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"A book, huh?" De about the places that most consider no es of Alles of Africa But I’ve never seen a single book about the truth behind a caravan"

"And Crilanced around nervously

Demi smirked "If she’s here, he knows And he probably loves it Crio the size of a Mack truck"

"A what?" Jacinda asked, as it was rare that anyoneshe hadn’t heard of at least once

Demi, blushed, her eyebrows dran as she looked away, annoyed "Just so from where I’m from"

"And where’s that?" Jacinda’s pen was poised over a fresh sheet of paper, and she felt the fae, the pause before the story started

"Demi, don’t," Cherie said, but Demi just shook her head

"Almanica But I won’t talk about that"

Jacinda kneell enough how to dance around forbidden topics and still get the pieces she needed to enthrall an audience And having been there herself for h that Deland, then How long have you been here, and how did you get into contortion?"

Dehed and drank the last of the blood from her cup with a determined air "One question, first Can you irl down; she looked so hungry and earnest and, suddenly, very innocent "My books do fairly well, and I believe the city folk would be riveted by the tales of the caravan But tell athered around your act, and I can tell you’re very popular Every girl in London dreams of what you have, this freedoh I want more I want to be famous"

Poor Cherie looked as if she was about to collapse in on herself, her fair head ducked down between narrow shoulders and her face in her hands, although whether it was in embarrassment, worry, or fear, Jacinda couldn’t tell But De out theand past thein a book is a good start, darling I’ll do what I can"

Demi took a deep breath and focused "My name is Demi Ward I was attacked by bludbunnies, and Criminy Stain bluddedto think of some sort of work I could do to earnenough and had a little acrobatic training, and Cherie illing to teach me" She looked at her friend fondly, and Cherie looked up and s together for five years But that’s not really interesting, is it?"

Jacinda shook her head, her pen scritching over the paper "Think about what it would be like to be fifteen years old, living in a crae have never been outside the city walls You almost died and were saved at the last ician in the country They’d salivate to hear it"

Deht about it that way I’ll try to istrate raided the caravan with a bunch of Coppers and dogs, looking for Lady Letitia, and all the Bludmen ran away into the moors But Cherie and I didn’t want to run far, so we hid in the lookout box on top of our wagon and watched It was totally brutal They pulled out the old costumer and carried her away tied to a bluduys up with a sword hidden in her u stories of your own?"

De "I can’t think of a single freaking thing I mean, I wake up, drink blood, perforo into the cities" She sed hard and let her head fall to her chest "I’ the way she had hoped, and when the dining-car door opened, Jacinda was grateful for a reason to look away froirl’s tears Marco didn’t pause as he stepped into the trailer, but he did tip his head just a shade to se of resentood ones get taken And Criet to talk to anyone in the crowd"