Chapter 836: Hard to buy for

Ivan

"I'll be with you in a minute!" A voice called from the back of the shop. "Look around, find what calls to you, and set it on the counter. I won't be too long, Ivan!"

I froze the second my name was said, feeling a cold chill up my spine.

I don't know what was creepier: the fact that the woman knew my name without seeing me or me telling her or the fact that the shop wasn't creepy at all. It was brightly lit, smelled like lavender and rose, and was painted a cheerful yellow and pink. This was supposedly one of the most dangerous and feared shops on the west end of the market, and it looked like a place Nefra and my sister would love to spend hours in.

'She's a Crone,' Van rolled his eyes, unphased by the moment. 'Who knows what she knows. Not only that. She's a Crone from Tartarus. Even in my time, you respect the power of an old witch. Even the gods knew better than to cross them."