Hated Luna, Reborn
I pursed my lips, considering. I could easily tell Jaxon about the poison, but it was risky. He would want to know how I knew about it, and could potentially accuse me of being the poisoner.
But Jaxon clearly liked to talk in riddles and metaphors. Arms and legs, red herrings, little white rabbits, fox masks… I could give him a taste of his own medicine and still get what I wanted.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll tell you this: little rabbit knows the woods better than you think. She’s seen what happens to the clever foxes who feast too greedily from the farmer’s henhouse. Someone’s spoiled the meat, Jaxon.”
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