Chapter 1
He first heard that rumor at a charity party he had been invited to by an acquaintance.
“What? A sorcerer?”
Grayson, who had been killing time making meaningless small talk with other guests, frowned instinctively at the words. The man who had brought it up chuckled as he sipped a glass of wine mixed with a strong dose of something more intoxicating.
“Yeah, apparently a fortune teller was invited to Hayden’s party. It was pretty entertaining. They were surprisingly accurate too—everyone was ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) amazed.”
“Oh, sure.”
Grayson listened with a bored expression, taking another sip of his wine. Fortune-telling? Believing in such superstitions was ridiculous.
...Not that he could say that with any sincerity.
In truth, he had sought out more fortune tellers and sorcerers than he could count—easily ten times more than the average person would meet in a lifetime. And he had always asked them the same question: Where is my destined partner?
He had heard countless prophecies and paid an obscene price for them, but the results had been the same every time. The one? Every time he thought he had finally found them, it turned out he was wrong. Again and again, he had gone through the same cycle until he no longer blindly believed in what these so-called seers had to say.
That was why, even now, when he heard about a new fortune teller, he didn’t waver so easily. He listened with mild interest but remained unimpressed.
Seeing Grayson’s indifference, the man scratched his head awkwardly and added, “It was just for fun. Though, they did give Keith some ridiculous prophecy, and he got pissed.”
“Keith? What kind of prophecy?”