Freya’s pov
The flap popped open, and there he stood… the ringmaster once more, coming in gracefully, eyes slitted against what he saw.
"What’s going on?" his voice slid out, calm but cold.
The man spun on him, his face red. "What kinda circus is this? Hm? I pay good coin to have a good time with your girls and I get a cry baby.”
“She’s new. You’ll forgive her nerves.” The ringmaster gave a stock smile like he was doing some kind of ad.
“I won’t forgive anything,” the man snapped. “I don’t come here to babysit. If this is how you run your operation, then maybe I’m wasting my time.”
He shoved past the ringmaster, muttering. “Pathetic. Not worth a damn coin.” And just like that, he stormed out into the night.
Silence claimed the tent and it was heavy as a storm.
Slowly, very slowly,
