Page 2 of Run, Little Rabbit

I put on one last layer of bright red “fuck me” lipstick and glanced at my best friend, Bethany, in the mirror. She sat on my bed, picking at the hem of her naughty nurse Halloween costume.

“Not until later. He’s hanging out with his friends. Some big bonfire out by the lake.”

I knew why she was asking if my stepbrother was going to be at the carnival tonight. She didn’t like him. In fact, I was pretty sure she was terrified of him. Everyone else was.

At twenty, Zareth wasn’t like the other guys we went to school with.

Hell, he wasn’t like any guy I’d ever met.

He was the strong, silent type, but his silence was menacing. Dangerous.

I’d never be able to describe to anyone the things I’d seen Zareth do.

Terrorizing those who crossed him.

Beating the ass of anyone who thought they could hurt him.

I looked at my reflection again and smoothed my fingers down my long, ash-blond hair. I adjusted the bunny ears on top of my head. My costume, a slutty, little rabbit outfit, was ridiculous, shameless, and obscene.

The skirt barely covered my ass cheeks, and the top couldn’t be called anything more than a bra. I fastened the puffball of a tail to the back of my skirt, right in the center of my ass before I turned around.

“Ready to get this party started?” I grinned, and she bounced off the bed, her own grin making an appearance.

Chapter2

Harra

It was sweet and pink. Melted in my mouth. Sugary liquid sliding down my throat.

“What’s with your brother?”

“Stepbrother,” I corrected Bethany and looked over at her. I popped another piece of cotton candy in my mouth, shrugging. “What do you mean?”

I knew what she was talking about. There were plenty of things wrong with Zareth. Things I’d never touched on with her, never divulged.

The way I knew he was into cutting, blood play, and other sexually deviant acts that I’d never even dreamed of. God help anyone who asked me how I found out about this stuff.

She shrugged and looked around, as if she were looking for the very person we spoke about. “I don’t know.” Her voice was soft. “When he first got here, he was just acting weird. Anxious almost.”

Now that she mentioned it, Zareth had seemed… excited. “Maybe something happened at the bonfire. Or he could be partying later and just excited to go. I know there’s a handful of Halloween parties happening later tonight.”

“He’s just… off, Harra. Like—” She looked back at me and ran her hands down her skirt. “sometimes, he cts like he’s insane.”

I knew what she meant. I was pretty sure he was certifiably crazy. I’d never utter that out loud, though.

This wasn’t about him getting into fights or beating the piss out of someone who crossed him. It went way beyond that.

It was the fact that he held a grudge like no other. He’d find these people who fucked with him, and even after he thoroughly kicked their ass, he’d continue pummeling them just to make sure they were nothing but a whimpering mess on the ground by the time he was done with them. And after all that, he still kept the torture going.

Stalking them. Fucking with them.

He’d do little things to make them think they were slowly losing their minds.

Items in their homes would be moved or go missing, only to be put back days later.

Lights would be on when the person knew they had turned them off.

Or their car would be parked down the street instead of in front of their garage doors.