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Chapter 71: How Did You End Up Here Too?

*Ciana*

At my parents’ house, I waited for Warren to get back. Things with that fake Ciana must have been going well because it was taking a while for him to return.

I stood up and started pacing around the living room. Warren was taking longer than I thought. A part of me started to worry about him, but he was Prince Warren. Not even Beta Raymond was stupid enough to move against a prince. I knew

Warren could take care of himself.

My mind kept wandering back to the man I’d seen, Tallis. Well, that was what Nelson called him, but he just felt like Theo.

He stood like him, talked like him, and even had his scent. I’d been around the Dark Prince enough to know the kind of person he was, and this Tallis just reminded me of Theo.

Although, he did look different once I got the chance to get a closer view of him.

But, if I could disguise myself well enough that people thought I was a boy, and if “Fake Ciana” could use magic to look like me, why couldn’t someone do the same with Theo?

Maybe Theo was trying to disguise himself as an unknown carnival worker. But this was Prince Theo! There was no reason for him to do so.

First of all, he hadn’t cared that I was leaving, he hadn’t even come to say goodbye to me. Why would he follow me all the way to my pack? Why would he care what was going on in my pack?

He’d made it pretty clear in the days before I left that he didn’t care.

Besides, if that Tallis guy was Theo, why try to hide it, especially from me? The only reason Theo would come here would be to make good on his word and help my pack. Not because he cared about me but because he was keeping his word as a prince. But then, he wouldn’t have to hide his identity from me.

Sighing, I rubbed my hands on my thighs and sat down on the couch.

As soon as my butt hit the cushion, the doorknob clicked and Warren walked through the front door with a grin on his face.

“I take it your chat went well?” I asked, jumping up to greet him.

‘He nodded. “Your look alike invited me on a date. We’ll meet

up three nights from now in the packhouse gardens,” he said.

Something flickered in his eyes and his smile fell slightly.

“Packhouse? So she didn’t want to come back here?” I murmured to myself, but that didn’t matter. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yes, it is a good time for me to fish more information out of her. I’ll see if I can poke some more holes in her identity. It could help later,” he suggested.

say, mission accomplished for the

Warren sighed heavily and headed to the

I’m sorry that I forced

what we wanted, but Warren

sat in a chair across from him and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “You know, you truly have a good heart. If this is getting too hard, we can figure something else out. I don’t want to see

Besides, I can’t just sit around when I know there is

appreciate what you are doing,” I added. “I hope you understand how much it means

***

traveling entertainment groups to show up from time to time in different pack territories. They didn’t belong to any pack,

why I was so determined

put on my disguise so that no one in my pack could recognize me and

there to be

busy. I saw a few women walk by on their hands. Others were dressed in glittering unitards, trapeze slung over their shoulders. One burly, hairy man was walking

they were getting ready

night. Good day!” Nelson greeted

just dropped by to learn more about your performance program, is that okay?” I asked using a deep voice, sounding

fellow carnival fan when

office,” he said, beckoning me

with red, silk curtains. He used a collapsible

and growls from animals in another section of the tent. There was also a sharp cracking sound.

have some pretty extreme acts in your carnival,” I said

it all,” Nelson said, rummaging through the papers on his makeshift desk. “We’ve got exotic animals, high flying trapeze swingers, jugglers, clowns, and a tightrope walker. I can assure you,

“I bet,” I muttered.

more about Tallis, but I didn’t want to be too obvious. I had to keep it focused on the

you go,” he said, finally fishing a program pamphlet out. He handed it across

trapeze artists. Nelson was featured on the cover, too, but there wasn’t a single picture of Tallis or any mention of him. The other performers were named

in the program,” I commented, using that as my perfect segway to bring him up

casually. “My little brother likes to think he can make it on his own. He tends to get in trouble with that bad attitude of his. So, he comes and goes.

older brothers for?” I asked,

and

I’ve tried. He has always been so surly and bad tempered, but he’s never struggled with the ladies, if you know

it isn’t the same for me.” Nelson

like bad boys,” I

my mouth before I could stop

sisters or female friends who are interested in

that regard. I did have some questions about his act, though. Where can

I see that carnival spark

a standing white board in the corner of his temporary office. There was a very complicated, color coded