Liora’s POV
The fortune teller’s shop was located downtown, not far from the local shopping center. Despite being a Tuesday, the market street was surprisingly bustling with people. I spotted quite a few other students milling about, hanging out with their groups of friends and window shopping as Zane and I approached our destination.
The shop was small but quaint even from the outside, nestled between two other storefronts. A circular stained glass window glowed from within, and as I climbed the steps to the front door, I could already smell the herbs and incense coming from inside.
“Madame Ellen,” Zane said, looking up at the sign that hung above the door. “I’ve never visited her myself, although opinions of her seem to be split down the middle.”
“How so?” I asked, liftin
