The Moon's Dark Embrace
“Someone make it make sense.”
“Look,” Addison snaps, slapping at a particularly aggressive mosquito, “I hate marching through this bug-infested forest as much as anyone, but bitching about it isn’t going to do us any good.” Her foot—clad in what might be the least hiking-friendly high heel I’ve ever seen—catches on an exposed root, and she nearly falls on her face, barely regaining her balance in time.