“Are you ready for the carnival after this, Little Brat?” he asks, looking off in the distance at the enormous Ferris wheel lighting up the now darkened sky with its red, blues, and yellows. “The carnival?” I gaze over at the carnival rides in full swing. Asher smirks, tilting his head at me. “Oh, yes. The carnival. We’ll let loose after this. Besides, I have plans for you,” he rasps, eyeing me up and down.
