25. The Bogeyman
Mina
It was just light, but for those first few seconds, it might as well have been acid thrown in our faces. I turned in a small circle, willing my eyes to adjust and show me my surroundings, which direction the next attack would come from, but nothing moved in the opaque brightness. Nothing but a little ball of fluff at shoe height.
It hopped into sight, a rabbit, no bigger than my foot, fluffy and white and—I couldn’t help noticing—uncommonly cute, wearing a tiny Santa hat.
Knowing the Shard-Robbie’s sense of humor, I had to fight back a wild rush of dread at the sight of it.
I feel nothing.
I’d been saying this to myself a lot since Robbie’s invitation. It wasn’t quite like grief armor, too stretched and general to be as strong, but it was something.
I feel not
