She shook her head. I put my hands on his bare shoulders, and the moment I touched his skin, the smile faded. I felt him shrug, where he sat on his silk-covered bed. I looked at him.
I'd been skeptical, to say the least, when Marianne first got out a deck of cards to do a reading, but they were eerily accurate, at least in her hands. I picked through the grilled onions and peppers, and ate the beef. My pulse was thudding in my throat. I tried to ignore it.
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