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The mark, a shifter mafia leader, must have thought no one would come after him while he was on the toilet. And honestly, it was a good assumption.
I’d learned many times that the ones closest to us had the power to hurt us most.
Making me question my sanity, sure, but even then—I was just hallucinating a rabbit.
“If you want to try to stop me, just remember this,” I arched an eyebrow. “You taught me well, made our boundaries clear. We’re not family, this is business.”
It wasn’t the endless blackness that scared me. No—I’d learned to use that to my advantage, to be one with it. Sometimes it even felt like an old friend. But the unknown? That scared the hell out of me.
Now someone named Dum thinks I’m slow? Oh, the irony.
Being forced to serve someone else was something that I was all too familiar with, and it stunk.
In moments of danger, there was nothing more dangerous than negative thinking.
“Now’s the time to give it a shot. You might find you enjoy relinquishing control every now and again.”
My motto was you shouldn’t kill the beast if no one would eat the meat,
I might be hardened, all steel and sass, but I’d had my heart broken once, and Jax was a much lesser man than Henri. I couldn’t do that again. If I fell all the way for this fae, I wouldn’t survive a separation.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Alice. Because if you fall, all of Wonderland falls with you.”
“You can start a new life now,” Isadora pressed. “One that’s not drenched in blood, if you wish.” Her dark eyes drank me in. “You can help us—everyone here—but it doesn’t have to be by the edge of a blade.”
