Rabbits were Suzzette’s favorite animal. She loved them so much that even mentioning spicy rabbit heads at home was forbidden. Otherwise, she would cry and wail, accusing me of being cruel and bullying her.
As a result, I had been punished—banned from eating at the dinner table for three nights.
Jaren placed the rabbit in my arms. “From now on, when I go hunting, it will keep you company.”
I barely managed to curl my lips into a smile.
My gaze shifted to the pile of meat he had placed on the ground. Casually, I asked, “What kind of meat is that?”
Jaren answered nonchalantly, “Dog.”
I nearly threw up.
We had eaten that same meat two days ago.
Rage flared in my heart.
He was doing this on purpose.
I had told him before—my best friend growing up had been a dog.
"Why would you eat—" I clenched my teeth, stopping myself mid-sentence.
Jaren replied matter-of-factly, “There’s no food. We eat whatever we can to survive.”
He wasn’t hunting at all. He was just torturing me!
There were so many options, yet he deliberately chose the one that would hurt me the most.
Fine. If he wanted to act, I would play along.
That night, I clung to Jaren, whispering sweet words, offering soft touches.