“Why that?” she asked.
Jessica met Rabbit once more at the exclusive room, but only for a moment. Rabbit kept their promises: her story was recorded in the ledger and sealed under the wax rabbit, never to be broadcast. In return, Rabbit asked one favor: that Jessica, when the time came, tell a single honest story to someone who needed it and ask them never to speak of it again. jessica and rabbit exclusive
A rustle behind her. A figure took the opposite chair. Tall, in a charcoal coat that swallowed the lamplight, hair glinting like ink when it moved. Rabbit’s features were neither entirely male nor female; they were a face constructed to be easy to forget. But the eyes—olive-gray and sharp as a razor’s edge—were impossible to misplace. “Why that