“See anything you like?”
I looked up. A woman was smiling at me.
I smiled back. She was a middle-aged woman with big circle O earrings and a scarf over her hair. I couldn’t see the color of her hair too. She had these perfect white teeth. She had dark eye shadows and dark lipstick. You know the classical fortune teller persona.
Clara had walked up to me and apologized for ignoring me. I listened to her words and I felt it made sense. I forgave her, and we made up, but then she suddenly asked that I visit a market around the pack. The market was home to all supernatural, but Only omegas could attend openly.
“Oh, it’s nothing; I was just drawn to these cards,” my smile slowly transitioned into a laugh. A nervous laugh.
Her eyes zoned in on the cards and she smiled. I knew it. I knew
