Page 92 of Things Get Dark

Little Rabbit

By Whimsy Nimsy

Chapter One

Mora

Ilove Halloween. Ialways discover the best things on Halloween. Like a field of blooming flowers on a full moon and not a person in sight. It is perfect.

I remove my shoes and inhale, absorbing the feel of the grass and dirt beneath my bare feet. Each small blade of grass brushes like silk against my skin. I reach out, pull a flower to me and inhale it’s sweet scent. A smile comes to my lips. I skip through the flowers that skirt the edge of the woods. The full moon illuminates the shining white and yellow flower buds that brush my fingertips. Holding my arms wide, I twirl with abandon through the field, my laughter filling the quiet night.

SNAP

I freeze. What was that? The back of my neck tingles, and my skin prickles like ghostly hands are caressing me. I shiver and rub suddenly clammy hands across my arms.

Something is watching me.

The trees that surround the small clearing rustle in the wind. The hairs on the back of my neck rise, and my brows furrow. Something dangerous is coming. I cautiously move forward, myeyes scanning the edges of the field that doesn’t feel so magical anymore.

Nothing.

The shadows of the massive trees hide whatever lurks in the forest. Perhaps it was simply a small animal darting through the underbrush.

I place a hand on my chest and let out an unsteady breath.Way to go, working yourself up over nothing. I shake my head. I should get going, anyway. I was already late before I decided to frolic through the flowers.

I turn and come face to chest with a very broad chest in a tight, pitch-black shirt. I slowly lift my eyes, taking in a strong neck, angled jawline, gleaming cheshire-like smile, bright blue eyes like that of a blazing fire, and pure white hair. The top of it is longer and the sides are buzzed short, revealing silver earrings that gleam in the light of the moon. I feel entranced, my mind sinking into those blazing eyes. No one was out here.

“Lost, little rabbit?” a deep voice says frombehindme.

I spin with a gasp. An identical face greets me, but where the other one’s hair is white, this man’s hair is midnight, black as shadow, and shines blue under the stars. It’s also longer, with soft waves. Twins? My eyes flick between their enthralling faces.

Close. They’re too close.

I take a step back, trying to keep both men in my sights. Their eyes glint in the moonlight as they follow every move I make, tracking me like predators that just spotted their next meal.

“Poor little rabbit wandered into the wrong place,” the white-haired one says.

I stiffen, they can smell rabbit on me.What does that make them?

“I bet the rabbit was curious about the big bad wolves and came all on her own. Naughty little rabbit,” the other says with a chastising tone that does not match his wicked smile.

Wolves. Are they wolf shifters? Fuck, I am so not in the right place.

The white-haired man leans in close and sniffs my neck. “You smell delicious. Do you taste just as good, rabbit?”

My mouth goes dry. “I—” Invisible claws tighten around my throat, and my heart takes off in a dead sprint.

The dark-haired one raises a brow, looking unbothered and nonchalant with his hands in pockets. As if it’s a casual thing to find someone alone in the middle of a flower field on Halloween night.

“I-I’m just a little turned around,” I whisper.

I’m hyper-aware of their movements as the two of them start to circle me with a slow, calculated, preternatural grace. The dark-haired one on my right moves slightly closer to me, pulls a hand from his pocket, and points to the left behind me. “Ah, well, if u go that way, it’s the vamps’ den, the Larose House, and—”

A hand brushes my neck. I freeze, and my muscles lock up. Shivers skitter down my spine.

“And this—in case you missed the gaudy black gates and no-entry signs—is the Galper residence,” the white-haired man finishes.

I did, in fact, miss those signs, far too distracted by my discovery of the flower field.

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