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×Chapter 3×

The loud bang rang in my ears and I couldn't hear anything. 

I waited.

Waited to see red, then nothing. 

Waited to choke on my own blood, then stop.

Waited to feel immense pain, then be completely numb.

But it never came.

There was a smooth surface on my lips and my hand was light, grasping nothing. Slowly, I opened my eyes.

Sebastian, had me pinned, his lips working on mine. The gun was in his left hand. He sat back, his legs on either side of mine. He spit out a small metal cylinder into his hand. He held it out while brandishing the gun.

A bullet.

The bullet.

"My lord, one must not play with guns," he said as if I was a child, putting the bullet back into the gun.

"I'm not a child," I snapped as if I just hadn't tried to die by my own hands.

"Oh, but you appear to be a lost and broken one, my lord," Sebastian got off of me. He gently guided my had back to the pillow. He brushed my hair back from my face and placed a kiss on my head. He slid the gun in his jacket and walked to the shelf in the back of my room.

I closed my eyes. I felt a pressure next to my head and heard the door opening and closing. Outside it was muffled voices. Sebastian reassuring the servants that it was nothing.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked next to me. My Bitter Rabbit lay next to me. I reached out and clutched it close to my chest. I cried until I fell asleep.

And there were no voices to prevent me....