![]() ![]() Either he was an expert liar, or he’d been telling the truth. He appeared genuine, his face screwed up in pain. Something about Houdini’s insistence of innocence bothered me. I absently nodded and followed Anishaa to a bucket of water that had been set up for us, extinguishing my flaming baton with a hiss of steam. It’ll be hard to hide that from Thomas or your uncle.” “You might want to bathe before morning, your hair smells a little like kerosene now. I’ve got to get some rest and you need to do the same.” She leaned in and sniffed my hair. ![]() With one look over his shoulder at me, he led the distraught Houdini out.Īnishaa shook her head. “Let’s go get ourselves a nice drink.” Mephistopheles wrapped an arm around the escape artist and escorted him around the tables and through to the other side of the room. It’s never wise to push a person who’s upset.” Harry made to follow after her, but Mephistopheles stopped him with a hand to the chest. With that she slammed the door, rattling the glassware that had already been set up for tomorrow night’s dinner. ![]() Make sure he stays far away from me, or you’ll have an entirely new spectacle on your hands.” Liza offered her most withering glare to the ringmaster and lifted her chin. Please save the added drama for a private show only.” “Lovers’ quarrels are not permitted during practice. Mephistopheles strolled into the room with Jian and Andreas, halting when he saw Anishaa and me holding on to our flaming batons and Liza and Harry storming around. “Take your lies and sell them to someone else. “No, Harry, I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything!” She marched through the room and threw her mask at his feet. “Liza, the only woman I write to is my mother! You gotta believe me-” One more look in Anishaa’s direction proved she felt the same the flame eater stared longingly toward the curtains, probably wishing she possessed the escape skills Houdini did. ![]() I wished to be back on the trapeze with Cassie and Sebastián, far from the fireworks that were happening offstage. Anishaa and I exchanged nervous glances, but kept our mouths shut. Liza, her face near burgundy, stomped through the dining saloon, ignoring each attempt Houdini made to halt her procession. ![]()
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