Chapter 8

“You don’t want that. Not really. Trust me.”

“But I do trust you.” And there was the irony, because this smart young man who watched out for his sister, coddled her when it was necessary and played paternal when he must, who knew exactly how to interpret Pearl’s fortune but couldn’t see how important it was to keep believing in the carnival’s alchemy, had decided, for better or worse, he could rely on what Seb had to say. “You trusted me first.”