#Chapter152
Candles flickered all around me, dancing along the walls of the darkened room. The orange glow illuminated the woman's face, her eyes wide and brimmed with uncertainty.
/"I sense . . ../" I paused dramatically, eyeing the cards that I had spread out on the table, mimicking the formation that I had often seen Deacon use. /"Great tragedies in your future./"
The woman visibly gulped. She shrank back in her seat, hands wringing around each other. If her reaction wasn't so much fun, I may have even felt bad.
/"What kind of tragedies?/"
I eyed the ring on her left hand, dull and unpolished. I took in her timid composure and the fact that she was desperate enough to come in here in the first place.
/"I sense that—/" I broke off as Deacon slid into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his face twist into shock, before he squeezed his eyes shut.
/"Isaac—/"
