Johnathan winced from the gypsy's sharp nails. Tiny crescent moons marked the spots where her nails had penetrated his skin and tiny trickles of blood welled up. The gypsy had glared at him and Henry with a wicked ex
pression in her eyes. Then, snatching Johnathan's hand in her's she had read the lines on his palm. Within seconds, the gypsy's eyes had widened and her mouth formed something that looked like an oath. Without another word, she had turned a fled.
Johnathan shook his head, ridding himself of te feelings of foreboding. What had the gypsyy seen?
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