Rose's body trembled slightly. She attempted to stand, but he held her tightly. His gaze darkened with displeasure as he noticed the fear lingering in her eyes—something he had never seen before. He had never seen that kind of look on her face since he met her, and there was no denying it: this now was fear. Then, he spoke quietly, a smile curling on his lips despite the tension.
"Are you scared of me now, bunny?"
She shook her head, lips trembling, eyes wide with shock.
She hadn't expected that at all. She had been deeply caught off guard. Wasn't she supposed to be glad that her intuition had finally been true? Yet, she hadn't anticipated that the book was real—that everything in it had actually happened, meaning all her thoughts, all she had believed, all that had connected, was true.
She was scared because now she was wondering what she was. How could a thought hold such significance to even make something very unbelievable to society actually be real?
