"Wh-what was that for, Rohan?" she asked, confused and overwhelmed by so many thoughts at once. "All I wanted was to see my future and know if I will be with you, but he looked like that... What did he see? He looked like—" She didn't realize she was shaking until she felt Rohan drop all the bags he held and pull her into his arms, hugging her to his chest as he cursed beneath his breath.
"He's a madman. I've seen many like that in the asylum who believe they are something they're not. He has no power to read. He did not see anything. He's just putting up a shitty act to scare you. Shh. It's okay," he assured her, stroking her hair gently while his darkened eyes drifted back to the stall they had just walked away from.
"Men like that have shit for brains. Don't buy their words, sweetheart."
He pressed his lips against her hair, holding her more tightly as she nodded her head as if trying to convince herself that he was right.
