The Underworld Trials of Luna
He just flinches back, looking at me with horror.
I burst out laughing, stepping towards him with a hand out, which just makes him gasp and take a step back. “Okay, okay, too soon,” I say, still laughing. “I’m sorry, Blythe, seriously. I’m not going to turn you into a bug.”
“But it’s so pretty!” Laila coos, coming closer and bending down to peer at the butterfly. “And surely more impervious to salt.”
Blythe shudders and turns his head away, his eyes pressed shut.