ChaPter 2 - Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr
ChaPter 2 - Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr
ChaPter 2 - Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
46<br />
The cur met Kaleb’s gaze, waiting for the cue. He was the<br />
one Kaleb had been seeking.<br />
When Kaleb nodded, the cur sauntered over to stand<br />
underneath Kaleb’s hiding place and leaned casually against a<br />
rough wooden post.<br />
Kaleb crouched down and said in a low voice, “No claws<br />
before third blood. Cut me ten percent <strong>of</strong> the take, and I’ll<br />
guarantee it.”<br />
The cur didn’t look up at him, but he flashed a toothy<br />
smile and nodded. He didn’t call out yet, but he’d only be able<br />
to wait for a few moments before attracting attention.<br />
Side business complete, Kaleb hopped up and walked along<br />
the crossbeam. Once he was far enough from the betting house<br />
he’d tipped, he swung to the ground. Getting caught adjusting<br />
odds wasn’t likely since he didn’t tip any betting house regularly,<br />
and none <strong>of</strong> the houses were likely to submit him for judgment<br />
for adding to their pr<strong>of</strong>its. If the other fighters had any sense,<br />
they’d do the same, but too many <strong>of</strong> them were from castes<br />
that didn’t think creatively. That, as much as their skills in the<br />
matches, would keep them from changing their futures. Kaleb<br />
was a cur though—a daimon species that was near the bottom<br />
<strong>of</strong> the caste order. As a child he’d been even lower: he’d had<br />
no pack. His parents had abandoned him, so he survived as<br />
a street scab, too low to even have caste. Most such daimons<br />
died; Kaleb hadn’t. He’d fought, killed, and endured until he<br />
had the strength and power to earn respect on the streets. The<br />
competition could enable him to achieve far more than that.