Chapter 239
Daphne
I pull my fingers out, slick and trembling, and my bunny collapses face-first into the mattress.
Out cold.
…Wow.
I blink at her limp little body, ears twitching faintly, chest heaving shallow but steady.
"Did I just…?" I glance down at my hand, then slowly raise my fingers to my mouth. My tongue flicks over them, savoring the taste. "Huh. Guess I really did."
She doesn't move. Not a twitch.
My grin falters. I lean down, brushing her shoulder with a claw-tip. "Alive?"
Nothing.
I nudge harder, panic trickling in. "Hey. Bunny?"
Still no response. My chest tightens, and for a second the thought claws through me—I broke her.
Then she lets out the tiniest little snore. A soft, squeaky exhale.
Relief crashes over me so hard I nearly sag onto the bed. Gods. I laugh under my breath, shaky.
Well.
Round of applause for me—I literally knocked her out.
