Chapter 257: Find Your Way Out?
My eyes narrowed on the tiny, round man slowly making his way toward us; his lips curled back in a sneer as he eyed me up and down. "You the one making all the trouble?" he asked before he hacked up a glob of spit and sent it sailing to my feet.
"Lick it up," I snarled back, my lips curled in disgust. "Or your carnival can find a new owner."
"Yeah?" chuckled the walking penguin. "And who the fuck are you? I’m immortal; I can’t die. I have run the Carnival of the Damned for over 300 years, traveling from one place to the other. You are nothing more than a soon-to-be exhibition. Everyone! Close up! It’s time to move out. Anyone not in their trailer in the next 10 minutes will be forced to stay outside while we deal with the rift."
The Carnies around us went pale at that threat, but I didn’t react. "Lick it up," I repeated, seeing the disgusting blob in the dirt. "Or your carnival will find a new owner."
"You don’t scare me, Little Girl. I have dealt with demons and monsters much scarier than you, and they are now exhibitions in my carnival. I’m sure you will meet them soon."
Letting out a long breath, I looked around me. My men were ready to go to war. Ronan and Désiré were holding Max down, their faces promising violence to the next person who so much as looked at me wrong, and I knew I was home.
"Any takers for the carnival?" I called out, looking around at the fearful audience. They were terrified but, like most species, couldn’t pull away from the spectacle in front of them.
"Me," announced a woman, stepping forward. She was tall, well, taller than me, and she looked down at me and smiled. "My name is Miranda, and I would love to take over the carnival."
Spinning around at the sound of her voice, the Ring Master, or whoever he was, growled low. "You are nothing more than a half-breed. An exhibition that I took in as a baby and raised to this day! She is never going to be able to kill me, and now... I will kill you."