All Chapters of Cirque du Lune: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elsie "So, Oliver is the one who found it?" I sighed as I shrugged my robe onto my shoulders. It was bound to happen, but why so soon? "That's what Carl said. It's a shame it had to be him who found it." Shirley leaned over my small vanity in my compartment and reapplied her lipstick. "At least it wasn't his blood, though." "Yeah, at least it wasn't him." I sighed as I fell backward onto my bed. "Who was it?" "A townee." "Of course it was." "You know that means we will be leaving as soon as possible, so if you want to get any fresh air, I say do it sooner rather than later." Shirley walked to the door, letting her hand fell to the frame as she looked at me. "I might." "I think you should. Maybe even check on Oliver." Shirley winked before shutting my door with a snap. I lay in silence for a few minutes. Why did this always have to happen? Why couldn't we just not have this lingering over us? Could we never escap

OliverIt had been a quiet few days. We had a couple of shows at several stops, and thankfully there was no evidence of violence or any bodily harm. I was grateful for that. After seeing the blood in Philadelphia, it thrilled me to know it was back to regular business.The day was going by quickly; we had done two main performances in the afternoon and one earlier in the evening. This show was the final one before we began to pack up. The stars were waking up, and the last rays of light were vanishing behind the tents.The plan was to finish up and immediately pack up to leave tonight. We wanted to make it to a larger city before the weekend so the circus could make more of a profit.I had only found three grifters trying to sneak a peek at Shirley’s performance. I

Oliver Elsie’s lips were so soft, smooth as silk as they caressed mine. I never expected her to kiss me, and I didn’t want it to stop when it happened. As our lips moved in time, it was incredible. The warmth of her skin, mouth on mine, lit my whole body on fire. Elsie tasted like honey and figs. So sweet and tender. It was a taste I wanted to savor for the rest of my life. I had only kissed one dame before Elsie. The dame was a soggy newspaper compared to Elsie. I couldn’t imagine ever locking lips with anyone else ever again at this point. “Oliver, get your head out of your ass,” August grumbled as we set up the main tent. I had gotten lost in the memories of the train roof. “Sorry.” I shoved the stake into the ground before August smashed his mallet on it. I hastily moved my hands out of the way. It wouldn’t surprise me if August were purposely trying to maim me. He was one of the troupe members who wasn’t thrilled with my existence. I couldn’t cou

Elsie I knew this day was eventually going to come, and I had dreaded the thought of it. Today was the day that I would have to shed an unfortunate light on Oliver’s life. “So, who is the killer?” Oliver’s eyes found mine, scouring my soul for answers. “Which one?” I dropped my gaze from his and looked at the damp grass underneath our feet. Many murderers were lingering in the shadows of the troupe. Look at Jules’s favorites; innocent blood was practically dripping off them with each step. Not everyone who had killed someone was a cold-blooded murderer; some had done it to save themselves or to survive. “What do you mean?” Oliver’s finger slipped underneath my chin and pried my face back up to his. I couldn’t blame him; he wanted answers. “I know of a few killers in the troupe.” “What? How is there more than one, and why are killers allowed to wander free around here?” A bead of sweat appeared at his temple and slowly dripped down to h

Oliver I never knew waking up with someone in my arms could be so fantastic—the warmth of her skin, her hypnotic breathing, and her rose-scented hair. I never wanted to wake up any other way. Ever since Elsie and I made love in her compartment, I kept finding myself desperate to taste her again. It didn’t matter where we were, as long as no one was around. In a tent, behind the train, her compartment, in the woods, in the storage cart, our lips kept finding each other. Elsie was making me drunk off of her. I wanted to be with her constantly, but it was a dangerous addiction. I never let my eyes linger too long on Elsie. It was torture to know I couldn’t openly give her all of my time and affection.