She took a deep breath, smoothing her jacket while she tried desperately to soothe her nerves. “Okay, here we go,” she mumbled. “This is it. Be cool. Be super, super cool.” With that, she marched inside the shop. Angled room dividers formed a pentagon around a round table blanketed in violet velvet. Melted candles dripped from the arms of a tarnished silver candelabra, the flames dancing in the reflection of an enormous crystal ball in the table’s center. A woman lounged in an overstuffed chair, puffing on a cigarette dangling from a long, slender holder. Her skin was so pale it almost glowed, and her hair so black it drank what light washed over her milky skin. She nursed on her cigarette, heedless of the ashes drifting to the floor. Seeing her new guest, the woman placed her smoke on an ashtray and batted her long lashes. “I wasn’t expecting any customers today.” “Aren’t you a fortuneteller? You should’ve been expecting me.” “I left the door unlocked, didn’t I?”
What do You think about Afterlife (Second Eden #1)?
