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There’s no chance for an answer. Minx shoves me forward through that curtained door and I fall into darkness.
I only scream for a moment before my mind catches up to me.
Ester wouldn’t have done this just to let me fall to my death.
But still, I close my eyes and wait to hit whatever waits for me at the bottom.
Only… when my fall is over, I don’t land or crash or hit the ground.
One moment I’m tumbling in the darkness, the next, I’m standing on solid ground. I open my eyes to find I’m in another dark room.
This one feels vast, and even without being able to see, I know I’m not alone.
The voice is a deep rumble from the darkness. “You know why you are here, pet?”
“Yes.”
The light blooms around him and Ester’s son—Jack—watches me from a dark throne.
Where Ester’s throne room was cluttered with life, Jacks is empty. It’s almost as different as they are to each other.
He’s more man than anything else… at least, that’s how it seems from here, but his face is white fur, dark eyes, whiskers…
“What are you?”
His lip snicks up in something like a cruel smile, long front teeth catching the light, and he flicks something at me.
I would have sworn his hand was empty, but I catch the card and when I look down at it, I understand the cats’ amusement at my name.
It’s a pastel greeting card: Happy Easter.
Eeebie.
Easter.
Bunny.
That name feels wrong. Bunnies are cute and small and snuggly….
He is at least two and a half metres tall, though the last half metre of that is his ears. And there is nothing “fluffy” about him.
“What brings you to sacrifice yourself?”
“Not a sacrifice. A bargain.”
There’s a pause, like he didn’t expect that answer. “You might feel differently by the time this is over.”
When he stands, my gaze trails over him, following the white hair that spreads across his chest and down… down….
My mouth drops open and I gasp despite myself. The quiet sound seems to echo off a hundred invisible surfaces, doubling back and growing louder each moment it hangs in the air.
“Does this change your mind?” He asks, stroking himself and taking a step toward me.
Then another.
It should change my mind.
I’d expected something monstrous or strange. But it’s not hooked or spiked, or covered in fur.
