I fidgeted with my top. We were less than five hundred yards away from the carnival. The sky was just turning a shade of lavender, and in less than an hour the carnival I’d sworn would never run again would be up and hopping with mortals. Life had moved on for my family. Ash grabbed my nervous hand and squeezed it gently as he pulled the truck into an empty lot across the street. Poteet wasn’t a very large town. In fact, it was pretty small. As were most of the places we stopped. The grass was yellowed and weathered from draught. Opening the window a crack, I almost choked on the hot, dry Texas air and immediately felt a wash of sweat on my brow. Cars were lined up for miles in every direction, full of people ready to be entertained by the best show in town. “I can’t do this.” I squeezed his thumb. “What if I kill them?” Asher chuckled, patted my cheek, and simply shook his head. “They’re your family, Pandora. You won’t kill them.” “You don’t know that,” I whispered, staring out the window at the already glowing neon lights, my gaze shooting immediately to the lone white trailer parked behind the rides: Luc’s office, where more than likely the bastard sat, tallying totals from the night before.
