TERESA'S P.O.V.
I clutched the gun Juliette had thrust into my hands, my fingers trembling despite my best effort to appear calm. My babies needed me strong, so strong I would be. But strength was hard to summon when you were about to face a swarm of angry, glowing bugs.
Juliette, standing beside me with her usual no-nonsense attitude, chuckled. "Tiny moving targets, Teresa. Just like I taught you. And don't worry if you miss; they're so small it's embarrassing for anyone to hit them on the first try."
"Helpful," I snapped, glaring at her.
And then, chaos.
A piercing wail split the air, and the pixies descended like vengeful sparks of light, their high-pitched chatter a mix of battle cries and colorful curses.
The pixies swarmed around us, buzzing and shrieking, a kaleidoscope of tiny, winged fury. It was like being caught in the middle of an angry glitter storm, and I was seconds away from losing my cool.
