Abra Cadabra by Crystal Ash

Something is watching me. I can’t tell if it wants to hurt or protect me.

Is the howling at night real or is my mind playing tricks on me? What about the flashes of white fur I see out of the corners of my eyes? And who is the beautiful, pale man haunting my dreams?

As carnival performers, it’s always on to the next show. A tattooed sword swallower with an affinity for fire has gotten me all fired up. Connor not only doesn’t mind, but he’s encouraging the sparks to fly. My heart’s being pulled in multiple directions, and somehow it actually feels right.

Meanwhile, I’ve been tasked with the impossible for this show. I can’t just pull it off, I have to nail it perfectly, or the whole operation could go up in flames.

The ride has just begun. Step right up.

Contains mature themes.