Aren was suddenly lifted into the air by his ears. The moment his gaze met Xarion's cool, assessing eyes, goosebumps prickled across his fur.
What was this guy planning? Why did that look feel so unsettling?
Xarion held the rabbit by one ear, recalling what he had read in the books the night before.
His other hand reached out and lightly pinched one of the rabbit's hind legs.
This was the Female Master's pet; he couldn't squeeze too hard. If he damaged it, she would be angry.
The book had said not to use too much force. Some force was acceptable—but not too much. The key was controlling the pressure.
How exactly was one supposed to judge the right amount of force?
Xarion gently squeezed the rabbit's leg.
"Chi—!"
Aren's entire body went rigid. His round rabbit eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Xarion.
Was this man sick in the head?
