Circus of the Darned by Katie Maxwell

Author:Katie Maxwell
Language: eng
Format: mobi, pdf
Published: 2010-08-18T10:38:04+00:00

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Chapter Eight

There's nothing that ticks me off more than being told I can't do something. I'm not talking about obviously stupid things like walking out in front of a moving semi truck, but things like "Don't stay up late on a school night," "Don't go swimming right after eating," and most of all, "Don't try to get your elderly horse back from the weirdo being who stole him from you."

I'm not an idiot, however. "If Sir Edward was scared by Mr. Laufeyiarson—assuming he was the one who stole Tesla, and it's not likely he is a coincidence—then that meant Mr. Laufeyiarson isn't what he appeared. Then again, who is around here?"

Soren nodded. We were perched on a fallen tree, watching Bruno graze by the light of the afternoon sun. I had a few painful minutes when I had a little pity party about Tesla not being there, but one thing I've learned—crying about something seldom makes it change. Therefore, it was up to me to find Tesla, and get him back.

"That's true." Soren chewed one of the curried chicken sandwiches I'd made for us both, picking out the bits of celery, which he didn't like. "But if a ghost is scared of him… well, that says something, right?"

"Kind of. It says I'm going to need some help getting Tesla back." I popped a couple green grapes in my mouth and wondered whether Ben really was going to be well enough to go on the date tomorrow night. I'd already done the angsting over my wardrobe—I had exactly one skirt—and managed to beg a little spending money from Mom for a trip into town. "But that's one of the benefits of having a vampire for a boyfriend. Ben will help me tackle Mr. Laufeyiarson. They had something going on earlier, when he tried to buy Tesla. Ben never did tell me what Laufeyiarson said to him."

"Maybe Benedikt is in on the theft," Soren said, his eyes narrowing. "Maybe that was a setup."

"Why do you insist on calling Ben by his full name?" I asked, tipping my head to the side to look at Soren. "Imogen does, but she's his sister, and you know how it is with family. But no one else calls him Benedikt. Well, OK, my mom does sometimes, but she has that whole mom thing going on. Why do you do it?"

Soren shrugged and looked away. "When are you going into town?"

"As soon as Imogen is ready." I smiled to myself about the quick change of subject. "You want to come?"

"I should give Bruno another bath, but he had one three days ago," Soren said, looking indecisive for a moment. "Meh. I will go with you two. If Papa is mad, he's mad. It's not as if he can fire me."

"Vive la resistance," I said, having watched an old black-and-white movie called Casablanca the other night with Imogen.

"Ja. What did Tibolt say about the necklace?"

I stuffed the last bit of sandwich in my mouth and dusted off my hands before pulling out the pendant from where it lay beneath my T-shirt.

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