Page 65 of Lovers Fate

After pushing the bowl toward him, I take a seat next to him at the island. “So Mia, huh?”

His spoon pauses midair before he says, “Not really.”

“Change of heart after tonight?”

I take a bite, waiting for him to tell me more.

He stares at his bowl of cereal for a few seconds before he replies, “I like her physically, but I don’t really know her. And to be honest, I didn’t like the way she acted back there.” He shakes his head. “It wouldn’t work out anyway.”

“Why not?” I ask. He looks lonely and stays in this big house by himself.

He sighs. “It wouldn’t because we’re from two different worlds. She’s normal.”

I laugh. “What, and you’re not?” He’s the most normal human I have ever met.

He raises his eyebrows before beaming a bright smile that fills me with warmth. He’s beautiful, and if Mia can’t see that, she doesn’t deserve him.

“No. I’m not. I’m part of a circus.”

“And?”

“And some people find that odd. They find it stupid and not a real profession. One that lasts.”

“Then you’re right. If she thinks that…wait...why wouldn’t it last?”

“Do you see older people performing in a circus? You can get hurt. You can”—he swallows—”die.”

“People die all the time,” I say between bites. “It could be from anything. Have you asked her what she thinks?”

After a few seconds, the kitchen grows silent. I get up, giving him time to think about it while I wash the dishes.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says behind me when I grab the soap and sponge and start cleaning.

“It’s the least I can do.”

After I clean the dishes and place them to dry, he gets up. “Come, I’ll show you upstairs. There are five other bedrooms.”

“Which one is the guest bedroom?” I ask following him up the stairs after grabbing my bag off the counter.

“Mostly, all of them are guest bedrooms. Except the master bedroom and mine.”

“Where do the others live?” What I really mean is, where does Draco live? but I don’t want to seem too interested in where he sleeps.

“Fancy trailers, and on very rare occasions, my dad and uncle stay at the main home.”

“Main home?” How many homes do they have? I was unaware that people who worked in a traveling circus made enough money to own multiple homes.

He leads me to the hallway with four doors. There are two doors on one side and one on the other. Kaden stops in front of the first door. “This is my room.” I step behind him when he opens the door, not wanting to seem nosy but eager to see his space.

There is so much you can find out about someone’s bedroom. If they are messy, neat, or artistic. What type of furniture they like, trinkets that tell you what they find important.

As I peer inside Kaden’s room, I see that he is neat and into horror movies. The wall opposite the queen-sized bed features a floating shelf under the TV, adorned with various figurines of characters from various horror movies. Freddy Krueger, Jason, Michael Myers, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, and IT, my favorite Stephen King movie. All vintage. All collectibles. My mother hated that I watched them since I was little. She said I was obsessed with horror. She said it was disturbing. I told her she was boring.

“Those are awesome,” I tell him, trying to control my excitement, but I can’t help but stare.

“Yeah, we partnered with a company that makes them. We sell them at the souvenir shop at the main fair. Which one is your favorite?”

I bend slightly, staring at each one and zeroing in on IT. “IT. It is my favorite.”

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