Page 16 of Circus From Hell

I knew I recognised those green eyes in the alleyway yesterday.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

Ignore your heart swelling. He doesn’t care about you like you care about him.

“How did she get in here?”

“The window. I came out to get a drink and noticed it was open, so I came to see if you were up, and I found her—” He grits his teeth. “She was pulling down your quilt.”

There has got to be something seriously wrong with me to like the thought of that. I’ll blame it on the fact I’m touch starved.

“I don’t understand why she was here. How did she get into a window six stories high? And she jumped down like it was nothing. She just… disappeared.”

“She was touching you, Arlo. If I hadn’t come in⁠—”

“Calm down,” I demand, cutting off his angry rambling and taking quick steps across the room to meet him.

“Calm down?” he scoffs, throwing out his arms. “She was touching⁠—”

I reach up and grip his chin, taking him by surprise. “I heard you, Micha. She was touching me. She broke in. It was messed up.”

He isn’t used to me being in demand, and he visibly fights the urge to push me away. “Why aren’t you angry?”

“What, like you are?” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “What good would that do? I have more questions than simply finding out why she was touching me.”

“She didn’t look human. The eyes…”

I release his chin and step back before his presence becomes too much. “Bright green. And her skin?”

“Blue,” he mutters.

“What do we do? Do we, like, go to the police?” Not that I want to. I was obsessed with her before, and my messed-up brain doesn’t hate the fact she came to see us again.

That’s weird, Arlo.

“The police won’t do anything. They’d merely laugh.” He looks over my shoulder, staring at the window she escaped through. “But the circus is in town for another two weeks. We know where she’ll be.”

“You’re suggesting we go back? To see her?”

“Are you scared of her, Arlo?”

My laugh bellows out of me. “Erm, yeah? She has pointed teeth, dude.” Despite the fact I woke up with a hard cock and the sight of her on my bed, she is utterly terrifying.

He parts his lips to reply when we hear the sound of something being knocked over in the kitchen. He’s quicker than me, dashing out the door. There’s a flash of black as something small scurries across the floor, jumping remarkably high and flying out the open window.

“Was that a rat?”

Micha doesn’t seem to want to answer. “Shut the window, Pipsqueak.”

I raise an eyebrow but walk over and shut it anyway. I’m pretty creeped out right now. “A ‘please’ would be nice.”

“Only good boys deserve manners,” he whispers as he walks behind me, pressing against my back and pushing me into the window. “I saw your hard cock. You’re no good boy.”

“Get off me,” I grunt, pushing my hips back into him to throw him off, but he laughs in my ear.

“That’s right, rub your ass against my cock. I love it.”