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Clearly, Ulysses didn’t even want to. Interesting, indeed. “Tell me about your relationship with your wife,” I said carefully, leaning forward. This was dangerous territory, but I had to know the truth. Ulysses was quiet for a long moment, his face contorting with what looked like shame. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. “She is the fated mate the Moon Goddess gave me,” he said slowly, each word dragged out of him. “I know it’s true. My mind tells me it’s true. But I have no emotional interest in her. No physical desire whatsoever.”

Ulysses grumbled, then he shook his raven on his shoulder and lazily ordered, "Go fetch him, Phoebe." The raven enlarged again, and soon, I watched it fly through the wall and out. "Klaus, you owe me one this time," Ulysses quickly changed his mood, reverting back to his smiling self as he looked at Klaus on the bed. "What's the condition?" Klaus seemed accustomed to Ulysses' mood swings. He raised an eyebrow, half-surprised, half-suspicious, as he glanced at the robed wizard. "Just a small request." Ulysses spoke softly. He raised his slender fingers to adjust the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and calmly stated his request, "I would like to stay with your pack for a while, what do you thi

Ulysses as a person never believes in things such as astrology, fortune-telling, witchcraft, and curses so he doesn't want to involve himself in it. Inside the stall, there are several tables with a psychic on each table. Denise and her company aren't the only customers present, and the interior is very dark with only candles serve as their light so it is really hard for them to find Denise. A staff comes into Dylan and Ulysses' way. She smiles apologetically and said, "I'm sorry our dear guests but we are only doing free readings for couples this week. Please go back next week for our regular offers."