“Jessica,” Rabbit said, as if they had been speaking her name all evening. “You sought the exclusive.”

“You know where to look,” Jessica heard herself say.

Rabbit folded their hands, and for a heartbeat the lamplight turned their fingers into silhouettes of rabbit ears. “Exclusivity is earned,” Rabbit murmured. “You realize what you want may cost you more than curiosity.”

“I know many things,” Rabbit said. “But knowing is not the same as getting. I can open doors. I cannot control who greets you on the other side.”