Lily’s warning frazzled me all night long. She spoke as if I were headed right for his bed, a trajectory I couldn’t stop. She made it sound so inevitable and for the first time I wondered just how many women he took casually into his bed. I wondered what they found there and it made me jealous, yes, but also protective. There was something about the way she spoke that made me think his women were half monsters and he were in danger every time he let one in. I dared not run and catch anyone’s curious attention, but it was hard not to sprint for the Magician’s tent. Many tents were dark already, but I lucked out when I reached the final path on the edge of the grove. The lanterns still lit the blue carpet leading up to his stage. Even as I hurried up the path I could hear the audience gasp and sigh together, like music. The ticket taker nodded when I approached and pulled the curtain back for me to duck beneath. It was standing room only, the tent overwarm, most of the women on the edge of their seats, clutching their hearts and their arm rests.
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