"Leporiphobia," Victor turned to Marcel by his side, "This is the first time I'm seeing someone with such phobia."
The both of them stood in front of the glass cell watching Clara who was putting up a show for them.
"With Clara, you shouldn't be surprised," Marcel meant it. The girl would have been the death of him had they ended up marrying. And he meant that literally.
"Those who suffer from this phobia may find the appearance of rabbits unsettling and the fear that rabbits will attack them," Marcel explained, watching as Clara curled in on herself. It had taken them time to set all of this up, but it was worth it.
"This might have a lasting psychological effect on her," Victor said, his gaze on his cousin. He was pointing out that Marcel's method might have been a little bit too harsh.
Marcel arched a brow, "Really? You think I went too far?"
