Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen
Still in shock, I didn’t realize there was another person in the hut until he spoke.
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“Aliyah,” Ash called as he walked toward me, his eyes scanning me as if checking for injuries. I was in a robe, my hair still wet, but the only visible scars were the healing bite marks on my neck. I quickly hid them with my hair, but of course, he had already seen them.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come s
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he said genuinely.
“There’s nothing to be sorry at least you came,” I said, relieved to be away from the castle. My gaze returned to the old woman, who stood there watching us. I couldn’t help but find her a little creepy. Today, she had black tribal markings painted on her face,
“She’s a witch,” Ash said.
“I thought she was just a fortune teller.”
“Thankfully, she’s not.”
“How do you know her?” I questioned.
“Well, it’s a long story, but I’ve known Agatha for a while.”
He knew her name?
“Just keep in mind, I won’t be doing you any more favors, wolf boy.”
Wolf boy?
“Understood and thank you.”
“You were right, you know. About the big change, about the part of falling in love and… the pain. You were right about Dea–Trian’s darkness too.”
She smiled. “You didn’t actually believe I read you, did you?” she asked and then chuckled. The sound was a bit off -putting. “There’s no such thing as fortune tellers. No one can tell the future.”
“But
“I just made some easy guesses.
I knew the man was different from the moment I met him. When I touched him, I felt his power. I could tell he was powerful, and given that he had taken such a lowly position as a soldier, it was clear he had ulterior motives- ones that involved you. It was obvious those motives would lead to a huge change, probably one you were practically dying for. The part about falling in love? That was easy to guess too. I could tell by the way you looked at him, and the way he looked at you.”
I was about to tell her that there was nothing in the way Daemon looked at me, but I decided against speaking on
- it.
“I also knew loving him would only lead to more pain because falling in love with a man like him was… dangerous.”
“You also mentioned something too, about me meeting an old friend…‘
”
My words trailed off. The old friend she referred to had been Ash–Ash, whom she had known. It had all really been a guess.
Daemon had been right about fortune tellers; they were mostly liars.
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“If you’re not a fortune teller, then why deceive people?”
“As a witch, I can read more about people than most, but more importantly, I need the money,” she said with a shrug, clearly done with the conversation. I would have liked to ask why she hadn’t warned me when she discovered that Trian was hiding something, but then again, she might have been trying to protect herself. If keeping silent meant staying out of any complications, then that was already an answer to my question.
“We need to go now.” Ash said to me.
“The moment I step out of here, people will recognize me.
“That’s why I’ll be putting a spell on you,” Agatha said. She picked up a jar, poured the contents into her hand- dried, ground–up grass–and then muttered more foreign words before blowing the contents of her palm straight
at me.
Just like every other time she did her ‘magic‘, I didn’t feel any different.
“Was that supposed to do something?”
“Yeah, she kind of looks the same,” Ash added.
“That’s because you’re actually looking. But to anyone else, she would look like a stranger,” Agatha explained. Now, leave–both of you. And I expect my payment soon, wolf boy.”
“Of course.” Ash said before leading me out of the hut.
“Do you think it actually worked?” I asked him.
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“Well, we’ll have to find out, but I think we need to get you into more appropriate clothes,” Ash said.
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I was now in a plain brown gown, nothing too eye–catching–the plan was to blend in.
We walked through the city, heading toward the gates. A couple passed us, but none of them spared us a glance. Another group of friends walked past, and this time, I shielded my face with my hair. They didn’t seem bothered by my unnatural silver hair–maybe that was because to them, it wasn’t silver at all.
The spell had worked.
From the smile on Ash’s face, he had the very same thought on his mind.
“How long do you think this can hold for?”
“Usually the concealment spell only lasts for a few hours. We have to be far from here when it comes off.”
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Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen.
