CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE
My heart pounds in my chest. I know exactly what that “grave danger” might be.
Coello, the Moon Rabbit, is coming for me.
He said he would, and his threat has been hanging over my head ever since. Now, this human fortune teller has shown me a card with a white rabbit under a full moon, and told me that I’m in danger.
I can hardly breathe. Sarah, too, seems to be as freaked out as I am. She grabs my hand, pays the fortune teller, and yanks me out of there.
I hardly remember the car ride back. The next thing I know, I’m back at Layla’s, in the downstairs part, the spa, with candles burning and bubbling hot tubs. None of it relaxes me, though. It feels like my lungs are collapsing, and my mouth is full of the tangy taste of fear.
¶“What happened?” Layla asks, rushing over. “Is she okay?”
“We saw him,” Sarah says. She and Layla lead me to one of the couches and make me lay down.