And Rabbit Exclusive — Jessica

“First time?” he asked.

A rustle behind her. A figure took the opposite chair. Tall, in a charcoal coat that swallowed the lamplight, hair glinting like ink when it moved. Rabbit’s features were neither entirely male nor female; they were a face constructed to be easy to forget. But the eyes—olive-gray and sharp as a razor’s edge—were impossible to misplace. jessica and rabbit exclusive

“You know where to look,” Jessica heard herself say. “First time

Rabbit’s smile was quiet. “Exclusivity is not ownership,” they said. “It’s trust.” ” Rabbit said.

“You did the right thing,” Rabbit said.