He turned there but froze. “Can I ask what you want to get? You seem like you don’t want me to know.”
“Exactly!” I huffed. It was my own little surprise for Logan.
I took a few steps forward, but he followed.
“What?”
“Jaden was worried you’d be troubled. He said when you are, you make hasty decisions. I want to be sure this isn’t one of them,” he noted.
Jaden knew me that well? And how close was Ralph to Jaden to speak about his mate like that? Maybe I should be closer to Beatrice, right?
“I’m actually going to pick a charm. One I heard infects the blood,” I hurried after him.
We walked side by side through the stalls while my eyes searched for charm stalls. I knew there weren’t many.
Ralph stopped in front of a small old shop. “Wait, I want to drop by here!”
I gazed at him, then at the shop. It was a palm reader’s–one I had once met as a rogue.
“To tell your future?” I asked. Maybe I needed it too.
“Not really. She already did and said I’d die soon. I’m going to show her I’m still alive,” he knocked on the shop.
My heart sank. Did she really say that?
That old lady once told me my parents would return to me and apologize. I had rejected it, but it
came true.
The lady’s voice invited us in. With a smug grin, Ralph barged inside. “Remember me?”
“We don’t have time for this, Ralph,” I pulled him away from the lady’s shop, not wanting another prophecy to be said about him.
“Who are you?” the old lady asked as we left.
“The man you said would die!” Ralph yelled.
“If I said you will, you will,” the lady mumbled.
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Chapter 166
With our wolf hearing, Ralph and I caught her words.
My fists clenched. Did she have nothing else to say? She should try shutting up, then.
Ah, ignore her. Jaden was right–I shouldn’t believe in such nonsense!” Ralph pulled my hands off him and turned away. “I’ll go get the flower.”
I’ll go get the charm!” I replied, waving goodbye as I might not see him again when I was done.
I glared at the old woman’s store before moving on. My eyes resumed their search for charm stalls until I spotted one.
Judging by her attire, she was from Red Moon.
“A charm that infects the blood, please,” I said, bringing out a pair of golden boots. I never had money, so I traded with my gold properties.
Her eyes sparkled as she saw the boots, and she began searching her table.
“Rihanna of Silver Pack, you usually buy cures–why charms…”
“None of your business,” I hushed her. “And it’s Alpha Rihanna to you.”
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