Chapter Seven
Rurik
Obudai Island, Hungary
After securing Rurik’s handcuffs, two policemen grabbed him by the elbows and shoved him along toward the tourist parking lot.
Rurik didn’t know what the police would do to him, but he sure as hell knew that if the circus left without him, the killer would prey on children in every town on the tour.
Frustration boiled inside him. The metal handcuffs bit into his thick wrists. He gave in to the temptation to test their strength. His hands fisted. Tendons strained. His upper torso tightened and burned as he began to let out his full power.
But the second he felt the slightest give of the metal links, he stopped. His abnormally strong body might break them, just as he’d bent iron bars when he used to perform. But then what?
If he escaped into
