My Hockey Alpha
I echoed, my voice trembling.
Enzo let out a wry chuckle. “Don’t bullshit us, woman,” he hissed.
But Madame Zara just shot him a look, and in that look, there was everything. Suddenly, I knew. This couldn’t be just any gimmicky fortune teller. She had ties in the supernatural realm. I was sure of it. Even Enzo fell silent, his eyes widening ever so slightly.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured in the wake of Enzo’s comment. “Please keep going, Madame Zara.”