“Mala, tell me something,” I had been itching to ask her a question and now seemed like the perfect time. “Why don’t people like me?”
“You mean the circus staff?” She tossed her head and a tendril of hair fell over her eye. “Who ever cares what they think anyway? Inzared, you are not a Gypsy and some of the clan think intermarrying is wrong, so they have contempt for anyone not of our blood. They don’t condone relationships out of the clan. That’s all. Some are jealous; Shandor is making you a headline act on Cecil, but mind you, not one of them stepped up to learn to ride him when the last girl left the show.
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