Chapter 33 --33
’She didn’t care.’
Not one bit. When she ran, she ran like a storm with zero concern for the precious life jammed into her pocket.
Only he knew the true terror—the moment she stumbled and fell, he was sure that was it. He was about to be turned into sparrow jelly. He could practically hear his bones crack.
Chrip....
This time his sound was much weaker
(’It hurt so damn much’.)
As he sat there, wallowing in his own internal pain and listing grievances against her name for future revenge, his eyes suddenly landed on the person standing in front of her.
His gaze froze.
That brown, beast of a figure—muscles like logs, size like a mountain—and for a moment, the sparrow thought it was a bear. A walking, furred bear. But then, he saw them.
The ears.
Rabbit ears.