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December 6 - December 7, 2025
“Here’s how we’ll do this. I’ll give you a head start, and I want you to find somewhere to hide… a burrow, if you will, like a good little rabbit.”
“And you better pray I don’t find you, or things won’t end so well for you, little thief.”
Don’t do it, my mind whispers, but do I listen to that voice of reason? Of course not. Don’t be silly.
He chokes on his breath, about to look away, but I force his gaze back on me with the gun pressed to his jaw. “Eyes on me, pretty boy.” “Only because you ask so fucking nicely,” he says through clenched teeth. “You really use that sarcasm as armor, don’t you?”
Kane: Come on, beautiful. Play with me. To hell with this. I pick up the phone. Jessica: Leave me alone, Kane. Kane: There she is. Hi, baby.
Kane: The gun is aimed at my head. What happens next? I ignore him, watching the bubbles appear and disappear. Maybe he’ll go away if I don’t respond? Kane: Okay, my girl is playing hard to get. My girl?
Kane: I overpower you and steal the gun back. Without it, you’re trapped and helpless ;) Kane: Fuck… I’m hard. If you don’t respond, I might have to turn up at your house.
Chasing someone is a new concept to me, and I think that’s why I’m doing it. Because she doesn’t want my attention. Everyone wants it. She just doesn’t know it yet. But she will.
I flash my most charming smile, and she rears back like a raccoon jumped at her.
Sorry, let me rephrase that. I know who you are, Ravencourt. But who are you?” I shake her hand. “Kane Ravencourt. Jessica’s boyfriend.” Coffee sprays from my little rabbit’s mouth, and she quickly blurts, “He’s not my boyfriend.” She then turns to me, livid. “You’re not my boyfriend. We are not a thing.” Her dainty hand waves between us. “Not a thing! Besides, I have a boyfriend, remember?” “You do?” Summer asks, and Jessica turns to her with a stiff smile.
“I don’t like to be left on Read. It’s not good for my self-esteem.”
“Text me back,” I whisper,
“You left me on Read, little rabbit.” “Because I don’t want to talk to you.” A wolfish grin curves his mouth. “Good thing I’m not here to talk.”
“It’s very important that you’re quiet for me, baby,” he says low. “If your brother and his friends hear you, I might just lose my shit, you understand?”
I’m in such deep trouble. That possessive look tells me one thing: he won’t be satisfied after this. If anything, tonight is the start of something toxic. Addictive. Fighting it is pointless.
