His eyes darkened and thunder rolled when he spoke, jarring me from the vise clamping around my chest.“Eyes are windows to the soul.” His voice rang with profound meaning I couldn’t grasp. Deep-chested baying alerted us to the approaching pack.Sweat trickled between my shoulder blades.“Curtains are half off at JCPenney,” I snapped. “What’s your point?”Rook took the pelt out of my hands, draped the fur over my head and tugged the face down so I looked through the lopsided slits where the rabbit’s eyes had been. My view of the world—distorted. Down, down, down, the swirling wisps of ancient magic dragged me.I reached up to adjust the skin, but it was stuck. The sensation of drowning worsened until the only thing I could do was cough, certain my lungs were filling with water and the next second would be my last. I would have slid off the boulder if Rook hadn’t clutched my shoulders and held on tight.“What’s—” I gasped, “—happening?”Concern warred with his features but relief won.
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