Page 21 of Monsterland Mayhem
Our goal with the elixir was to allow her presence to finally be known, and now it was my job to parade her around just enough for word to spread of her true nature. But not too much to where she ended up hurt or taken by one of the Silver King’s minions.
A tightrope, honestly. One I’m used to skating along. However, this little rabbit seems to have a propensity for hopping off on her own trails.
Hence, I’m carrying her now so she doesn’t actually create a chocolate mudslide.
The poor thing is already barely dressed. Hot fudge against her skin would be… bad. Very, very bad.
“Fine,” she says, drawing my gaze to her mouth. “I’ll play your game. Now it’s my turn to ask you something.”
I pause mid-step to arch a brow at her. Technically, she just answered my question, which did in fact make it her turn.
“That’s the second time you used my words against me,” I muse, noting the first time being her running earlier after I said I would address her inquiry if she agreed to do what I requested first. Which was to run, and run she did. “You’re very clever.”
I like that trait.
It’ll suit her well here.
“Ask away, Ailsa,” I say, careful not to call herrabbitor anything else. Apparently, she doesn’t like endearments or nicknames. That’s a shame, as I have several brewing for her in my mind, each one suited to my varying moods.
Little rabbitfor playtime.
Gorgeousorbeautifulfor moments of affection.
Petfor sex.
Maybe if I seduce her properly, she’ll allow me to use that last one.Sweetheartandprincesswould do as well.My queen. Mmm, the names are truly endless.
“Why are you helping me?” she asks as I resume walking again.
“Because you’re the key to everything,” I tell her. “And I wanted an opportunity to get to know you.”
“Why? And what do you mean by ‘key to everything’?”
“That’s two more questions,” I point out. “Tell me your favorite fruit, and I’ll answer one of them for you.”
She blinks at me. “My favorite fruit?”
“Yes, Ailsa. What’s your favorite fruit?”
Her confusion is cute. I like that it’s distracting her from everything else and keeping her attention on me while I focus onsafely escaping this field. If she had any idea where she landed, she would probably have frozen in fear.
Instead, she’s just staring at me with a look I’m very familiar with—the one that says she thinks I’m insane.
Welcome to the party, little rabbit, I muse, waiting for her response.
“Cherries,” she finally blurts out. “My favorite fruit… it’s cherries. Although, I’ve only ever had them once. So I guess… I guess I also really like pears. Specifically the ones that grew back near Baroness Clarice’s estate.”
Baroness, I nearly echo aloud but instead just snort inside.
Ailsa is going to think my world is strange, but honestly, I find hers even more bizarre. The disparity of wealth, the favoring of magical talents, the belittling of pure humans… None of it makes any sense to me.
Humans are rare.
Just like Omegas.
They should be cherished. Protected.Respected.
Alas, that’s a conversation for another day, perhaps. Because I now owe my little rabbit an answer.
