Chapter 372

The sea breeze carried a briny tang.

Julian Langley flung the rabbit away, his face turning ghostly pale.

"Ugh—"

He doubled over, dry heaving, veins bulging on his forehead.

The live stream chat exploded.

[OMG! Julian's expression is priceless!]

[10/10 performance. From smug to devastated in one second flat.]

[Ethan Sullivan: Déjà vu much?]

Evelyn Laurent watched Julian stagger toward the shoreline, her lips quirking up.

She deftly caught the rabbit, exchanging a knowing glance with Ethan.

"I'll prep the meat," she murmured.

Ethan gave a silent nod, his pant legs still dripping.

In the shallows, Julian scrubbed at his shirt like a man possessed.

"Ethan Sullivan!" He glared at the approaching figure, teeth clenched. "You knew this would happen, didn't you?"

Ethan calmly rolled up his sleeves. "I warned you not to grab it."

"That was a warning?" Julian hurled the sodden shirt into the water. "You were laughing!"

A tense silence fell as they both scrubbed furiously.

Thirty minutes later...

Evelyn brushed honey over rabbit meat when footsteps approached.

"Done washing?" she asked without turning.

Julian slumped down, glowering at the grill. "That damn thing deserves to be roasted."

The fire crackled, fat sizzling as rich aromas filled the air.

Bianca Fairchild handed Evelyn skewered seafood. "Should we grill these too?"

"Mm." Evelyn rotated the spit. "I'll make another cage later."

Ethan crouched, poking the remaining rabbit. "Keeping it as rations?"

"Better than fishing every day," Evelyn chuckled.

The scent drifted on the breeze.

Beatrice Quincy yanked open her tent flap.

"What smells so good?" She inhaled deeply, stomach growling.

Nearby, Rachel Clemenson stumbled toward the aroma.

"Is that...roast meat?" She swallowed hard, steps quickening.

On the island, the tantalizing fragrance teased their senses.

Who could resist a bite of hot, juicy rabbit?