I Fed My Husband His Rabbit Mistress
Golden Elven blood instantly welled up, and the rabbit began to lap it up greedily.
"Ah! What are you doing? You terrified her! Bad Mommy!"
Instead of caring about my bleeding hand, Lily screamed, charging at me like a feral little beast and shoving me hard.
I stumbled back, but Tristan grabbed my wrist in a vice grip.
"Aurelia, don't move!" he warned, his voice low and urgent.
His eyes were glued to the white rabbit feeding on my hand. "If you pull away now, you'll break her teeth!"
At my own birthday party, my husband and my daughter only cared about the rabbit that had just bitten me.