“I read your sister’s fortune,” she says. “It was very dark. Her past was dark, and her future was even darker.” “Dark?” She turns to look into one of the mirrors. Her reflection stares back at me. “I’m talking about death, Claudia. There was a death in her past and death in her future. And the worst part…” I hold my breath. “What?” “It was emanating from her.” Greta’s voice is a hiss. “Like a stench. Or a virus. Infecting everyone around her.”
