The air whuffed from her lungs as she hit the ground, and Mags rolled to her feet just as the door of the wooden cage slammed shut behind her. The human scout who’d captured her hastily replaced the heavy lock, testing it to make sure it held firm.
In a world of vagabonds, loners, and freaks, Ringmaster Folley was followed for a reason. America’s interest in freak shows and carnivals had gradually decreased
I follow Cruz and his Grandmother up and down the aisles of their store in a complex pattern. I’m neither relieved nor concerned that they were waiting for me—it’s testament, I suppose, to the weight of being successful in my task for Bergdorf.