TO DENY A LUNA
More irritation.
Handing Elysia a can of spray glitter I had found earlier, I whispered, “Here. You play lookout and decorate.”
With a reluctant grin, she took the can, glanced around nervously, and started coating the car’s glossy exterior with glitter. It sparkled obnoxiously in the sunlight, clinging to the surface like fairy dust.
Meanwhile, I crouched beside the first tire, working quickly. The hiss of air escaping from the tire was music to my ears. One by one, I moved around the car, releasing each valve with practiced precision. My hands moved swiftly, heart thumping with adrenaline.
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