Red Rabbit: You Shatter So Beautifully (Red Rabbit Series Book 1)

by Devyn Rivers

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” I said as I turned my back to her. “When I touch you, it’ll only be after you beg me to.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” I said, my voice strained. “I thought you were a dangerous man.”

“Oh god,” she gasped. “That’s right,” I said. Her eyes locked with mine and I saw the moment we both felt the fire erupt between us. “Pray to me, baby girl.”

It is in the breaking, we become whole again. It is through darkness, we find the stars. Somewhere between the soul and the self, we find what we’re made of.

“I’m no hero,” he said quietly. His own eyes were haunted and grim. “Don’t start thinking I’m a good man, sweetheart.” “Not a chance,” I said. “We’re in hell Graham. There aren’t any heroes here.” I turned away from him and tried to hide a wince as pain shot up my side. “Just a lot of broken people,”

If he was a god, I was his temple.

Let’s not forget we only break once—everything that comes after just makes us stronger.”

“You can’t play god, Coop,” I snapped. “Someone has to,” he growled. “Because there was no god out there to save us.”

“Every hunter needs a trophy. Take that back to our girl.” “Our girl?” He stood up and fixed me with a calculating look. “You didn’t think I came here for justice and the good of mankind did you?”

“Don’t tell Kaelin,” North said. “I think she’s expecting us to be heroes.” “I don’t think our girl is under any illusions that we’re good men.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” I said. I pulled the vial of blood from my pocket, thankful it hadn’t broken in our fervor to undress. “Courtesy of your morally gray men, returning from a success hunt. Hope you don’t find it too morbid.”

We would always carry those scars—physical and mental. Trauma is the memories of the mind frozen in the body and maybe there might be a time when she didn’t feel things as heavy as before but there would never be a time when it was gone for good.

“Oh god, oh god,” I cried as my senses slipped and my mind emptied to make room for the fire that consumed me. “That’s right, darlin’, I want to hear your prayers to us on those pretty lips of yours,” Theron growled.

“When I’m with you, I don’t feel broken,” he whispered so only I could hear. His nose grazed my cheek. “I love you, pretty girl.”