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Definitely something other.
He whistles, a deck of cards appearing in his palm as he shuffles the item between his hands. I frown at him, notunderstanding what he’s doing or why. But clearly this has something to do with his comment regarding his?—
A card sails through the air so fast I jump.
Only to nearly scream as it slices right through the neck of an approaching creature with very sharp teeth.
“What—”
Another appears, this one taken down in a blink by a flick of the madman’s wrist.
Chattering begins, causing the skull-faced male to sigh. “You realize I have fifty more of these, yes?” He renews his shuffling and starts sending cards all over the beach, knocking down the two-foot-tall beings with a precision that is borderline insane.
He whistles the whole time, then pauses as the ground begins to shake.
“Ah, fuck,” he mutters. “Tattletales.” He spins toward me. “Time to go, gorgeous.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I tell him, scooting backward along the sand—cloud—and freezing when my hand meets the water’s edge.
He arches a single dark brow, the movement causing the white paint around his eye to widen slightly. “I’m not sure you understand the choice you’re making, darling rabbit.” His gaze skates down my body. “You’re practically naked, and a very deadly, veryhornybull is about to part those trees. And while I’m good at a lot of things, taming a bull-man isn’t one of them. You feel me?”
I blink at him.Practically naked?I glance down, my lips parting at the state of my dress. It’s… it’s basically no longer there. All I’m left in is my panties, which are translucent thanks to my time in the water.
If only the red color had soaked into my white garments, too.
Alas, no.
I… Yeah, I’m practically naked, just like he said.Great.
“So what’s it going to be, darlin’?” he drawls, adopting a strange sort of Southern twang. “Me or that?” He points to the trees as a giant being with large horns breaks through the forest’s edge. His feet are hooved, his legs hairy, but his upper body is all athletic male. At least until I reach his face, which has a large snout and two fiery red eyes.
Those eyes take in the massacre along the cotton-like beach before finding me near the water.
Steam billows out from his nose as he looks at me.
“Tick, tock, sweet rabbit,” the skull-faced man singsongs. “Tick, tock.”
CHAPTER FOUR
KROLIC
I glancedown at my wristwatch, my teeth gritting together.Come on, Craze.
He’s showing off.
Trying to impress our future mate.
But he’s wasting precious minutes. The longer he keeps Ailsa on this beach, the less time we have to secure her future in Monsterland.
“Tick, tock,” Craze says, probably because he can sense me lurking in the shadows with my watch.
Tick, tock indeed,I think at him.
Unfortunately, he can’t hear me. Oh, but he can sense me. Just like he can sense the other approaching predators.
The bull-man, as Craze so lovingly refers to Brandt, is only one of the incoming problems.
Ailsa’s alluring scent will travel far and wide, marking her as a beacon for trouble. All because the Imposter King—I won’t call that bastard by his real name—is cheating the system.
