"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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Candles flickered all around me, dancing along the walls of the darkened room. The orange glow illuminated the woman's face, her eyes wide and brimmed with uncertainty.

/"I sense . . ../" I paused dramatically, eyeing the cards that I had spread out on the table, mimicking the formation that I had often seen Deacon use. /"Great tragedies in your future./"

The woman visibly gulped. She shrank back in her seat, hands wringing around each other. If her reaction wasn't so much fun, I may have even felt bad.

I eyed the ring on her left hand, dull and unpolished. I took in her timid composure and the fact that she was desperate enough to come in here in the first place.

/"I sense that—/" I broke off as Deacon slid into the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his face twist into shock, before he squeezed his eyes shut.

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