The Underworld Trials of Luna
“We’ve still got a job to do.”
“Oh!” I say, sufficiently reminded, tearing my eyes from all the fascinating sights around me. “Yes.” I give Faiza a little glare that makes her laugh before I lift my hand again, calling up another blue butterfly.
I again raise my hand high into the air, watching as the butterfly alights and takes off –
But to my dismay, as soon as it starts to fly, about twenty other identical blue butterflies appear in the air around it, all scattering in twenty different directions.
“Oh, god damn it!” I growl, stepping frantically forward, whipping my head around, trying to figure out which one was mine.