Black Sheep (Smoke and Mirrors Book 3) by Skye Warren

Author:Skye Warren [Warren, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skye Warren
Published: 2024-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I pace back and forth outside the jail, the hot morning air dampening my skin. My heart pounds in my chest. It took three long days of bullshit to get the judge back in session so we could present the new evidence. With the proof of the sheriff’s corruption, it cast everything he said about Logan into doubt. The case was dismissed an hour ago.

Tricks whines softly at my feet, sensing my anxiety. I glance at the imposing building, its brick walls holding Logan captive, and a knot of dread tightens in my stomach.

Every minute lasts an eternity.

I try to focus on the rhythmic sound of my footsteps against the cracked pavement, but it does little to calm my nerves.

Finally, the heavy door creaks open, and Logan steps out. He looks rumpled and slightly filthy, his clothes disheveled from his time inside. His eyes are haunted, shadows lingering in their depths.

The sight of him makes my breath catch in my throat.

I rush to him, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders in a tight embrace. Relief floods through me as I feel his solid form against mine.

He’s free.

He squeezes me back, but there’s a hesitance in his touch. His arms encircle me like they always have, but something is different now.

“I’m so glad you’re out,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he mutters, his voice low and rough-edged.

When I pull back to look at him, he doesn’t quite meet my eyes.

I step back to study his face more closely. The haunted look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. Jail has left its mark on him in ways that even sunlight can’t dispel.

“Are you okay?” My voice trembles despite my effort to keep it steady.

He gives a half-hearted nod. “Of course.”

Tricks barks and nuzzles against Logan’s leg, offering a small distraction from the tension between us. Logan kneels down to pet him, and for a moment, some of the darkness lifts from his eyes.

“We should get you home,” I say softly.

Logan stands up slowly, brushing off some of the dirt from his pants. “Home,” he says, a weariness in his tone that wasn’t there before. “Not sure I have one of those.”

A sleek, dark armored SUV pulls up beside us. The tinted windows and imposing presence make my heart skip a beat. I recognize the North Security logo on the side and turn to Logan.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice wavering.

Logan’s jaw tightens. “I’m not going back to the circus.”

My brow furrows. “Right now?”

“Ever.”

“But you have to.”

His face darkens, shadows creeping across his features. The haunted look in his eyes intensifies, and I feel a chill run down my spine.

“I’m done with Cirque des Miroirs,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s from a different part of my life. I don’t need it anymore.”

I stare at him, stunned. The circus is his life, his passion. How can he just walk away from it all?

“You can’t mean that,” I whisper, reaching for his hand.

He pulls away, and the gesture cuts deep.

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