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A barking laugh escaped my lips before I remembered at whom I was laughing. Death’s unamused face sobered me up pretty quick and I whipped my head back to Eric. The corners of his lips twitched upward, but otherwise his expression was stoic.
“I had no idea you took to such animals outside of your occupation,” Eric mused as he cupped his chin in his hand. “Do you believe they are after the feet?”
Death gave him a sharp look. “This is no laughing matter, Haldor. My rabbit is not a common rodent, but a unique creature gifted with the ability to predict a person’s death.”
Eric leaned his back against the mantel and shrugged. “And why does that worry you enough to come to me?”
Death leaned forward and dropped his voice to a deep whisper. “The rabbit is one of the harbingers of my
