Blackfeather Woods blackwater

“You.”

Wide, plaintive eyes shot toward the Silencer and, in Seelie’s panic, lingered just a moment too long before they swung wildly away. Her heartbeat jackrabbited erratically and her breathing came quicker as she began to tremble in earnest, resigning herself to the punishment that always seemed to find her. Tufted ears swept back and nestled tightly against her skull as she closed her Neptune eyes and daintily tucked the bridge of her muzzle behind the protective cradle of both catlike forepaws. He had given her the one command she knew with utter certainty she could not obey. “Tell me your name,” he’d commanded, wicked pleasure wrapping each syllable in venom-soaked silk, and this time she didn’t even try.

Quite abruptly, the tiny Groenendael shut down. She stared at a divot in the floor that was vaguely shaped like a rabbit’s silhouette, trembled, and to all outward appearances, ignored her accoster.