Craving The Wrong Brother
This isn’t what I expected at all.
It is not some cute cartoon bunny or Easter decoration. This thing is dark, almost menacing.
I study it for a long moment, taking in every detail. When it dawns on me that this mountain of a man chose to permanently ink a bunny on his back. Well, it's a terrifying bunny but still a bunny. I giggle. Before I know it, I’m doubled over, laughing so hard I have to wrap my arms around my stomach. Tears are streaming down my face, and I can’t stop. Every time I try to catch my breath, the image of Knox’s demon rabbit sends me into another fit.