Pyre
The Mystic’s Gift—by Emma Kathryn
“Lydia quietly cursed the young girl who’d pulled her off the street and into the tarot reader’s parlour. She’d expected maybe a silver-tongued, middle-aged woman.”
“Lydia quietly cursed the young girl who’d pulled her off the street and into the tarot reader’s parlour. She’d expected maybe a silver-tongued, middle-aged woman.”