Rita sat in her car, staring at the few short strands of hair in her hand—hair she'd pulled from Rick's head when she patted him earlier. Without hesitation, she clutched the hair tightly, then crushed the skill stone of *"Got It, Came For Me"*, beginning to insight into the secret Rick most didn't want her to know.
**—"Should I use this curse that absorbs luck on Zoey or my sister? My sister's luck stat seems lower than Zoey's, but she always feels luckier. Is it because of her *Wheel of Fate* Divine Gift? But it seems easier to get Zoey's blood than hers..."**
Rita: *You've got to be kidding me...*
Even with a trust level of 89.5, he's still thinking of going after me? Trusting me and stealing my blood are two different things, huh?
*This guy's a real piece of work...*
