Chapter 96
Nolan
It's an amusement park.
An actual, honest-to-God amusement park.
At our age, Ciel and I have never been to one. Tillermill was too small, too sleepy for something like this, and the closest one was a few towns over—a trip that always stayed a "someday."
But here we are now.
The scent of caramel popcorn, the shrieks of laughter from roller coasters, the dizzying whirl of color and motion all around us. It feels surreal.
Jack's idea. Of course it was.
I glance over at him where he's standing, one hand shoved in his pocket, watching us with that satisfied little smirk of his—like seeing us happy is enough reward.
But it's Ciel that steals my attention.
He's practically glowing, eyes wide and bright as a kid's. His hair catches the sunlight, and he's looking at the spinning rides like he can't decide which one to start with first.
I can't remember the last time I saw him this carefree.
