"Stop all this bullshit!"
Andrew was the first to snap. His palms slammed against the table with a sharp clatter that echoed through the room. Roanna only rolled her eyes, as if he were a petulant child throwing a tantrum.
He didn't know if what he was seeing was real or some twisted illusion, but even for a man who'd witnessed the worst of humanity, this was far beyond what he could stomach.
"Stop playing with us! This isn't how you welcome your guests!" he shouted again, his voice cracking with fury.
Roanna propped her chin on her hand, lazily twirling a strand of her ink-black hair. "Hmm…" she hummed, utterly unbothered.
The circus continued its nightmare performance in the background. A boy with a torch staggered onto the stage, cheeks bulging with oil.
He tried to blow out flames like a fire-breather only for the fire to surge backward. In an instant, his mouth ignited, and the flames raced across his body like a hungry beast.
