Chapter 15Da’ric
I had no idea how much time had passed since I’d been bought by Callisto Malossini and displayed in his House of Oddities. None of the people who stood outside the enclosure—pointing and gaping, and gasping those times the albino Burmese python was released into the tank and curled around me, seeking comfort although those who viewed us were unaware—seemed the kind who’d respond to a request for help, even if I’d been coherent enough to beg for it. My brain was foggy from drugs probably placed in my food by the men who saw to my feeding, and my body was sluggish.
Although I didn’t come into contact with all the men Callisto Malossini employed to run his House of Oddities, I did become familiar with two of them, more so than I would have wanted to. Twitchell, who usually
