Imogen's eyes thinned to slits of distrust. What ever was in that bag had to be bad. Maybe that was just the hardened edge of her new mind set.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn the Ringmaster... Damn the surgeons... Damn Gabriel... Damn them to hell...</span>Her ears caught a hint of movement outside the tent flap, smooth gliding steps that could only belong to one person. Imogen's sea green eyes widened and balked with fear as the "door" raised to reveal the Ringmaster. The day was just getting better and better.