#Chapter 190: More Than a Coincidence

Ava I felt my blood run cold at the fortune teller’s words. How could she possibly know that my father was dead? Or about the True Luna prophecy? With my heart racing, I stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over my chair in the process. “Thank you, but I think we’re done here,” I said, my fingers trembling as I tossed a wad of cash onto the table. “Thank you again for your time.” Chris blinked at me in surprise, but didn’t argue. The fortune teller remained silent, her large eyes staring at me knowingly—almost as if she expected me to react like this. I hurried out of the shop with Chris on my heels, and only once I had burst out into the foggy street did I finally let out the breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. “Are you okay?” Chris asked, his hand touching my shoulder as I doubled over and drew in lungfuls of cold, damp air. “Did that really freak you out that bad?” I took in one last breath and straightened. “It’s just… weird,” I murmured,