“Fuck!” I shouted, standing. How?
Bitch climbed up off the couch, and Tattletale stood, looking to me, eyes wide.
I wonder if that look was enough to tell Tattle exactly what Taylor just sensed.
When I realized why her eyes were wide, I let the bugs flow from beneath the panels of my costume. I knew in an instant that Shadow Stalker was behind me.
Well shitfuck.
Deftly, she grasped my wrist, knocked me to the ground, and then pointed her crossbow straight at my eye, the arrowhead clinking against the lens of my mask. Which definitely wasn’t bulletproof or arrowproof.
If she wasn’t murderous before…
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