Kiara's POV
I stood there, staring at the floor.
No—
Not just staring, I was trying to track the movement below.
Because that sound?Yeah, it was definitely getting louder.And closer.
Way too fucking close for comfort.
"…okay," I muttered under my breath, slowly crouching down. "Either something's coming up… or I'm about to discover a whole new level of nope…" I would have called Lysander, if I knew how to call him… pretty sure he didn't carry a phone. But then I decided… I could take a little of whatever was being thrown…
Scrrrk… scrape… hhk—
Yep.
Still there.
Still gross!!!
Still very much alive… whatever it was…
Did the fae world have a rodent problem?!
I leaned forward slightly, peering at the exact spot where the sound seemed strongest.
The ground looked normal.
Solid.Like it wasn't about to betray me in the next five seconds.So I stepped forward…
"…you better not be some fucking pest," I whispered. "I am not in the mood today, I swear to—"
CRACK.
