End of Days (Penryn & the End of Days #3)(86)

As I leave a flyer under a windshield wiper, I catch sight of Raffe gliding with Beliel’s old demon wings above me. He refused to take part in such ‘human work’ as leaving flyers on cars and doors but keeps an eye on us anyway.

The flyer is for another of the twins’ shows. This time, it’s a minicircus. They’re convinced that a freak show will bring everyone together, and have there ever been more freaks than at the End of Days?

My mom yells at someone behind me. I spin with my hand on Pooky Bear, ready to pull out my blade. But it’s just my mom throwing rotten eggs at someone who took an empty soda bottle without asking.

I run my fingers through the bear’s soft fur, telling myself to stop being so jumpy. The war is over now. It’s time to bring the survivors together and rebuild.

Even Pooky Bear still needs some convincing to trust. She still hasn’t let Raffe hold her since the blood hunt, but we’re making progress. He says she’ll eventually figure out that just because he doesn’t match the perfect image of an angel anymore, it doesn’t mean that he’s not worthy.

A horn honks down the street. The twins wave out of the window of their grand prize RV. There was an official winner, but somehow, they managed to end up with it anyway. I didn’t ask for details, but I’m pretty sure it involved gambling since their new slogan is ‘The House Always Wins!’

My mother is conking the thief over the head with the empty plastic bottle he tried to steal.

‘Mom!’ I trot back to see if I can keep the peace.