A displeased look crossed the fortuneteller’s features as an attractive voice spoke to her and the shadows twisted around the spot where she stood. Her own pale lavender eyes locking onto the male illusionist from the dark circus. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Well in this cause one of them had appeared right beside her. Midori had always been leery of this one. Something about the way his aura was twisted put her off.

Ciaran had instinctively took a small step forward so that he was slightly in front of his companion. “That would be one way to look at it illusionist.” It was clear that he was in tune with Midori and the way she felt towards this man.

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The acrobat’s giggling ceased when Chance wrote his name on her arm. Looking at him the fallen angel blinked in confusion. “Umm…I..really don’t…” Her voice was quiet as she spoke, not sure what to say the male shifter. Hearing Cole she gave a light nod. “Yes, what he said.” Asha found herself taking a couple steps back. Something about this situation was making her head start to hurt. Like part of it was familiar for some reason.