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  A hand on her shoulder, tugging her from her mind.

  “Are you okay?” Solo asked, crouching beside her, his features tight with concern.

  Oddly enough, she could truthfully say, “Yes. Why?”

  “Look at yourself.”

  She did. Her clothes were a little dirty, a little wet. Nothing was out of place, though she was trembling from the chill.

  The chill. Sweet mercy, but the temperature had taken a nosedive. She realized she’d wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to huddle into herself for warmth. “C-cold,” she said, teeth chattering now that reality had made itself known.

  Solo, who wore nothing more than the loincloth, wound their only blanket around her shoulders and tugged her against his chest.

  His heart drummed against her shoulder, soothing her. She could have stayed in his arms forever—which was exactly why she had to pull away from him. And she would . . . after just a minute more . . . no, two minutes more . . . three . . . he was hot, a living furnace, and . . . and . . . and he had kissed her just a little while ago, and she still craved another, loooonger, deeeeper one.

  He was the first man to ever be willing to risk her father’s wrath, just to be with her. Matas had often claimed to want her, yes, and had even told her father they had been together, but Matas had never tried anything. Solo, though . . . he must really want her, because even though Jecis controlled his fate, he had pressed his lips against hers with such gentleness, as if she were precious, perhaps breakable, only to lift and study her expression before going back for another taste. A far more intense taste.

  The memory alone caused her skin to prickle with longing, her insides to ache with need. Oh, how she ached.

  Can’t think about Solo’s kisses right now. Any moment she would have to face her father. The fog would vanish and Jecis would look at the monitor inside his trailer and realize he was no longer inside the world between worlds, and he would emerge. She couldn’t be found enjoying her punishment or she and Solo would be given another.

  “They can’t see us together like this,” she said, lifting her head and scooting away from him.

  He dropped his arm, nodded. She frowned at him. His face was an emotionless mask, giving none of his thoughts away. And yet, he suddenly radiated a frigidness that far surpassed what wafted from the mountains.

  A sigh left her as understanding crested. He’d taken her words and action as a rejection.

  “Solo,” she said.

  He pushed to his feet, miles of bronzed skin coming into view. If she was cold, he had to be closing in on frostbite. Standing, she unwound the blanket and thrust the material in his direction.

  “Here,” she said.

  “No.” He shook his head, adamant. “You keep it.”

  She couldn’t hear his tone, but the vibration of his words packed a powerful punch. He must have been throwing each one like a baseball.

  “Listen, you. I moved away from you because my father will erupt if he sees your hands on me, and I won’t allow another whipping.” After everything Solo had done for her, she wouldn’t be able to bear the guilt.

  That failed to relax him. “Just so you know, I’m not afraid of him. But don’t worry. I understand. You and I can be friends in private, when you need my help, but we have to stay mere acquaintances in public. Right?”

  Oh, that burned! “You need to get over yourself and stop the tantrum right now.”

  His gaze narrowed on her.

  “Let’s gather all the poker chips, all right?”

  He blinked, a different reaction than she’d expected. “Poker chips? Do you mean we should put our cards on the table?”

  “No, I don’t mean we should put our cards on the table! A new game cannot start until all the chips are off the table.” Why did he always question her about this stuff? “I’m trying to end your bad mood and start a good one, so help me out and listen.”

  “Very well.” He pressed his lips together, as if to stop himself from . . . scowling? Laughing?

  Whatever! “Here goes. I don’t know you outside of this messed-up situation, and I certainly don’t know how to handle whatever’s happening between us. After we’ve ditched the circus, and if you haven’t ditched me, and if you still want me, and if you don’t want someone else, ask me to work for you and my answer might be different.” Might be, but probably wouldn’t be. Not that she’d tell him that. “And I’m not embarrassed to be with you. Though I should be! You’re so foolish! I told you already, but I’ll tell you again. I won’t have you tortured simply because I like you. Why can’t you get that through your head?”

  The blinking started up again, though his eyes were brightening. “You like me and hope to protect me.”

  Finally! He understood. “Yes. I know staying away isn’t much, but it’s all I can do for you right now. Foolish man,” she muttered.

  He looked so surprised, she knew not many people had dared to call him such an irreverent name, and that she had just proved how comfortable she’d become with him. Otherwise she wouldn’t have risked his increased ire when he clearly had no fear of her father.

  Solo pondered her words for a moment, the light in those ocean blues still brightening, brightening. “If you aren’t careful, Miss Vika,” he said, “I won’t ever be able to let you go.”

  She . . . had no idea how to respond. Keep her forever? Her silly mind was shouting, Yes, please.

  Despite everything.

  I have returned.

  The familiar voice whispered through her mind, and she whipped to the right to confront the speaker. Her initial torrent of alarm subsided when she saw a tiny version of the dark-haired X perched on her shoulder. He appeared younger than before, stronger.

  But never before had she seen this clearly into that other realm—while she was in another realm—and she wasn’t sure what to think.

  When your father comes, and he will, do whatever is necessary to escape the cage with Solo. His mouth wasn’t moving, and yet his words reverberated inside her head. You need to leave. Now.

  Liar! said Dr. E, causing her to swing to the left. He, too, was now a tiny version of himself. He appeared older than before, weaker. You know Solo will be captured. And if you’re with him, you’ll be captured, too.

  A tap on her shoulder had her spinning back to Solo—who was right in front of her, concern once again radiating from him. “Are you okay?”

  “D—did you see them?” she asked, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.

  “See who?”

  “Them.” She looked left—Dr. E was gone. She looked right—X was gone. “But . . . but . . .” Her shoulders drooped. “Never mind.”

  “What did you see?” he insisted.

  Twice they’d discussed that other realm, yet he’d never mentioned X or Dr. E, even though he had to know them. And he was Allorian, and somehow, during her dream that wasn’t a dream, she had appeared on Alloris. But she wasn’t going to be the one to mention their names. Solo would demand to know what they had said to her. He would agree with X, she knew he would, and then she would have to turn him down yet again. Despite the fact that she knew X was right. He was always right. But she couldn’t see a way to obey him.

  “Vika.”

  Forget her father. Forget the future. She threw herself into his arms. They probably wouldn’t be together much longer, and she needed to savor every moment.

  He didn’t grab hold of her. She felt a vibration, knew he was speaking. “I don’t know what you’re saying. And honestly? I don’t care. If you want me to move away, sorry, because I’m staying right here. Just hold me tight and warn me if you hear anyone coming.”

  Several moments ticked by before he obeyed.

  A sigh of relief left her at the feel of his strength and heat enveloping her. “I vowed to do my best to find that key, and I meant it. I will. But where should I start? What if I fail?”

  At the right, she heard a moan.

  At the left, she heard a cackle of laugh
ter.

  Her nails sank into Solo’s chest, as if he was her only anchor in a turbulent storm. Actually, he was. Dr. E and X were still here, listening.

  Warm hands cupped her cheeks, a beautiful caress she would remember all the days of her life. He lifted her chin, hope and flickers of what looked to be apprehension peering down at her. “He would keep the key close by, and it might even be something he wears every day. And you won’t fail.”

  “But I’ve looked through his jewelry.”

  “Look for secret compartments in his trailer. And if you get into trouble, run. Run, and never look back.”

  Oh, yes. Apprehension. She could barely process the knowledge. He was putting her needs above his own. Not just for the aid she could render, but for her.

  “I can’t do that, Solo.” No matter what. “I just can’t.”

  His gaze searched her, drilling all the way to her soul. “Then run to me.”

  She rubbed against his palm, practically purring with the warmth and pleasure of the sensation. “What would you be able to do?” she whispered. She didn’t ask to be cruel, but to point out how futile such a thing would be.

  Anger suddenly overshadowed the apprehension, but his grip remained gentle. “I’ll think of something.”

  That anger wasn’t directed at her, she knew, but at the circumstances. “I don’t want to get you into more trouble.”

  “I can handle trouble.”

  “And I can’t?”

  His thumbs stroked, making her shiver. “You’ve handled too much already. And one day, you’re going to tell me everything that’s been done to you. One day you’ll have the life you deserve.”

  One day.

  Panic bubbled to the surface because she knew, knew, something bad would soon happen. Something bad always happened when those words were voiced. Still, all she said was, “F-fine. I’ll come to you. And before you say anything, I vow it.”

  A speck of color flashed toward the left. The fog was thinning now, she realized. Different parts of the circus were appearing, everything in its place, nothing so much as an inch off. The cage that had become Vika’s safe harbor was exactly where it had been left—right in front of Jecis’s trailer.

  Only the landscape had changed. A single sun shone brightly in a baby blue sky. Rather than hills of soot and ash, with gnarled trees stretching grotesque limbs in every direction, snowcapped mountains painted the area.

  “One day, you will—” Solo’s ears twitched. The corners of his lips turned down as he jerked his head toward her father’s trailer. “He comes.”

  Swallowing a yelp, Vika jumped away from him.

  A second later the door swung open, and Jecis pounded outside. Audra trailed behind him, wearing a lovely golden hat, coat, and boots—all made from One Day’s pelt. The bald patches from age and the holes from Jecis’s gun had been filled in with another animal’s fur, creating the illusion of a healthy lion in the prime of his life.

  Anytime Vika saw the outfit, she struggled with the urge to rip Audra’s face off.

  I will not react.

  Solo shifted, as if he meant to leap in front of her. Somehow, he stopped himself.

  “Vika,” Jecis said, looking her over with . . . a confusing mix of disappointment and relief in his eyes. “You have recovered.”

  “I have.”

  “You even appear content.” His gaze moved to Solo, and the tension returned. “And you look as if you want to cut my heart out with a rusty spoon and feast.”

  Solo remained quiet.

  “You were gentle with my daughter, weren’t you, beast? I bet you even controlled your darker urges, just to impress her.”

  Again, there was only quiet from Solo.

  “You taught her nothing,” Jecis shouted, his face turning red. “Nothing! I expected the animal to act like an animal. I expected to find her on her knees, begging me to free her.”

  Audra backed up a few steps, turned, and raced to the trailer, as if she feared he would focus all of that rage on her. Tremors began to slide down Vika’s spine.

  “An animal would make her feel the need to beg, yes,” Solo finally replied, leaving no doubt he considered Jecis the actual animal.

  Jecis popped his jaw.

  “Do you want me to beg?” she asked her father, bringing his attention back to her. “I will.” For Solo, she might do just about anything.

  “Beg? Now?” He spit on the ground. “When it will mean nothing?”

  Still. She had to try. With dread churning in her stomach, she said, “Daddy, please release me. Please.” She hated the idea of leaving Solo trapped, all alone, to suffer humiliation when the circus kicked off and new humans came to view him. As poorly as he reacted to rejection, it had to be a special kind of torture for him. But she had to. “Please.”

  Solo placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, a bid for silence.

  Her father’s eyes nearly bugged from his face, and the red tint returned to his skin, darker now. “How dare you touch her, beast!”

  Vika tried to step away, but Solo applied just enough pressure to keep her in place.

  “Daddy,” she said, desperate. “I . . . we can have dinner tonight. And we can talk. Just like before, when I was little. Remember? And afterward, I’ll return to my former duties, if you’ll let me.”

  Jecis inhaled sharply, released the air slowly. Finally he nodded, as if he’d just made a decision. “I will release you, Vika.”

  “Thank you. Thank you so—”

  “On the condition that you perform in the ring tonight,” he added.

  “What?” she squeaked, even as Solo’s grip tightened enough to cause her to wince.

  Immediately the pressure let up. But . . . she no longer wanted to move away.

  Jecis ignored her question. “And you, beast, are going to suffer. You think it was bad before? You’ll soon be praying for those days. Not only will you be returned to the menagerie, but you’ll become the main attraction at the new petting zoo.”

  Solo roared with rage he’d probably suppressed far too long. “I will kill you first.”

  “Threaten me again after your nap, and see what it gets you.” Grinning now, her father reached up and pressed the button on the cage.

  Thump.

  Vika watched, helpless, as the man who had spent the last six days protecting her dropped to the floor, motionless. Vulnerable.

  Jecis opened the cage door and stomped inside. She dropped the blanket, determined to leave it behind for Solo to stay warm. Her father grabbed her by the arm and jerked her outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

  “I’ve been too lenient with you,” he said, tugging her forward. “I realize that now. I’ve let you waste your time with the animals when I would have been better served using you in the ring. Perhaps then you would have appreciated all the work I’ve done for you. For you and you alone. I even considered killing Matas after what he did to you, and how do you thank me?”

  “Daddy—”

  “Silence! I’m taking you to the seamstress. The two of you will have to work all night, but whatever it takes, you will ensure you have the best costume or you will know my displeasure.”

  “Y-yes. Of course,” she said, wanting to look back at Solo but not allowing herself the luxury.

  I have to find that key. It’s our only hope.

  Twenty-two

  The faithless will be fully repaid for their ways, and the good rewarded for theirs.

  —PROVERBS 14:14

  J ECIS HADN’T LIED ABOUT the petting zoo.

  Vika gazed at it with growing horror.

  Early this morning, Matas—whose arm had mysteriously healed from Solo’s abuse, though the skin was now veined with a sickly black—had drugged each of the captives, rendering them unconscious. He then dragged them into the tent Jecis had had his employees set up. There, the two men had stripped the captives to the skin and bound them to giant spinning wheels with thick iron bands.

  Solo never had a chance
to fight, his muscles paralyzed by the sedatives. And now, he wouldn’t have a chance. He couldn’t even use his teeth. A muzzle covered the lower half of his face.

  The circus had kicked off a short while ago, and humans had begun to parade in and out, allowed to touch whichever otherworlder they desired, in whatever manner they desired.

  It didn’t help that they peered at the captives with wonder in their eyes.

  It didn’t matter that they didn’t try to hurt a single one.

  The otherworlders were humiliated. Defenseless. Helpless.

  The tent was warm, encouraging the sale of ice cream in the corner, despite the frost outside. Strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate melted as the humans studied and petted the otherworlders one by one, discussing their “magnificence.”

  Jecis had escorted Vika here a few minutes ago, and they now stood at the edge of the tent. She wanted to run from him. She wanted to attack him. How dare he allow this?

  “There isn’t a key to the cuffs, you know,” he said. “Years ago, I destroyed the only one that was ever made.”

  The words penetrated the dark shroud around her mind and nearly sent her to her knees. He wasn’t lying. He couldn’t be. There was too much glee in his eyes.

  No key, she lamented, her insides hollowing out. There was no key. All this time, her search had been for nothing. Forget the money she wanted to save. If she’d found the key, she would have freed everyone ahead of schedule. If she’d known it couldn’t be found, she would have still freed everyone ahead of schedule. Yet staying to aid the otherworlders had been for nothing.

  They were doomed. They had always been doomed.

  “Your beast will wear the cuffs to his grave,” Jecis said with an evil grin.

  He meant to remind her of Solo’s fate. He rallied her determination instead.

  He was a nasty, hateful man and he would never change. He would only ever cause more hurt. And Matas, too. He had been demoted to hired hand while off duty for his actions against her, but one day, he would snap. He and her father would fight for rights to the circus. Once, she had thought her father would always win against him. Now, after Matas had “healed” his arm? She wasn’t so sure. But she did know only one of them would walk away—and she didn’t want to be around to find out who it was.