Tristan spread his wings and kicked the rabbit off of him. He flew a few yards away and started running as fast as he could, not waiting for Brielle. There was no point in waiting — he would rather she die than himself.
But he would probably wait up after a few more minutes of running... just so Damien didn't kill him.
The cat hissed. "He's getting away!"
The hatter simply laughed.
But he would probably wait up after a few more minutes of running... just so Damien didn't kill him.
The cat hissed. "He's getting away!"
The hatter simply laughed.