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THE NEXT MORNING, LOGAN STOOD OUTSIDE A YELLOW AND

red tent. They’d gotten a new one.

A permanent one, according to the sign on the gate:

The Flying H Family Circus.

Family Circus. The irony wasn’t lost on Logan. “You really lived in a circus?” Michael held onto his

hand, the baseball cap tilted back just far enough that he could look up without it falling off.

“Yes, I really did.” In another lifetime. And one he was now going to subject Michael to.

But he didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t about to take him along to find Angel, and Rainbow… well, Rainbow had enough on her plate at the moment if he could even find her—and he didn’t have time to look.

His… parents were the best choice he had. He’d never starved, and Nadia had always been there with a big hug whenever he’d gotten hurt. She’d taken care of him when he’d been sick, asked how his day was. Right now, he’d have to be happy with that for Michael. God willing, this would only be temporary.

“This looks cool. Let’s go in.”