"Who are you calling your rabbit!" Barron looked at Portia as if she had lost her mind which she did, considering that she was a corrupted soul.
Portia chuckled, "You, my dear. Once, Belle loses, you can come to me. You are my beloved rabbit that was lost when I was a child." Barron shivered and shook his head.
"You can fall into the well right now. So that I can close the lid to have you never return," Barron quickly slid out of Belle's hand, walking behind her.
"That's a good idea for Belle, I think she has lived in the living so long, she doesn't know what darkness feels like," there was jealousy as Portia said this. Belle had already spoken on how it wasn't her fault but she was not going to repeat herself because Portia didn't get it. In Portia's eyes, everything was her fault.
