60: Symptoms

Dana

Demian and I entered Amanda's house. Inside, it was as cozy as it was outside. Amanda led us to a special room for the tarot session. I learned she had also been a witch for over twenty years.

The room had the scent of incense, which I liked, but the strong smell was overwhelming my nostrils and making me nauseous. The woman noticed and moved it away from me.

“Sorry, dear. I need the incense for the reading. It’s another symbol of protection for me and the spaces.”

I nervously played with my fingers. Demian unexpectedly took my hand and squeezed it. My eyes met his, and he gave me a reassuring smile. I don’t know how he did it, but Demian managed to calm me. I enjoyed the feel of his touch on my hand. My body still craved his touch all the time, and it was ecstatic when he touched me.

“As I understand it, someone else has read the cards for you, and that’s where you discovered how real the curse is, right?” she asked. I nodded, and she smiled.

“It’s a bit silly to think that I di