The Immortal Circus (Cirque Des Immortels) - Plot & Excerpts
There’s no other explanation for the pounding in my temples and the fact that every joint in my body feels like I’d been sent to boot camp. I roll over in bed, and try to visualize happy, healing light spreading all over me, easing away the pain. Then someone puts a hand on my forehead, and that’s exactly what happens. My eyes flicker open. There’s Kingston, leaning over me, a sad smile on his face. No sign of tears or blood, just his usual shadow of stubble and a tiredness in his eyes. I wish I could kiss his exhaustion away. “You got your magic back,” I mumble. His touch is ice water over flame, the perfect dose of Vicodin. “What do you mean?” he asks. He pulls his hand back and the sensation goes away, though now the pain isn’t as bad. “Last night,” I say. I try to think back, but it’s mostly a blur. I just remember him in the trailer and Senchan and Mab in the headlights. Something about Lilith…a flash of pain makes me wince. I close my eyes and burrow my face into the pillow.
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