‘Maybe I just want my fortune told.’ The crone grunted. ‘Not you. And anyway, you don’t need a seer to tell your future’s just branched into darkness.’ ‘Sithaer,’ Elaira sucked an unsteady breath. ‘So soon?’ She fumbled at the ties of her wraps and caught sight of two young men who watched her, interested, over a half-completed game of chess.
