I just thanked my lucky stars that CJ and Walker and his group were at the opposite end of the tent city. “At least this way they won’t see the lights and come over to witness what is sure to be my downfall. And I mean that literally,” I told Volcano as I turned her head to line her up with the quintain. “Let’s keep the word fall from our vocabulary, shall we?”
A flash of white caught my eye, a familiar flash of white with orange legs, and the form of Claude running after it. I looked ahead to where Moth was racing to, and wanted to sink into the ground. Leaning up against the railing, flirting with one of the girls in an especially low-cut bodice, was Vandal. Next to him Fenice was climbing onto the top railing. Butcher was clearing a space so that tiny, petite CJ could watch the show—na
