Tattletale nodded.
“That’s huge,” I said, “Do you know how much I could use something like that?”
Just as long as it doesn’t fuck her over, it seems incredibly powerful, especially for stuff like monitoring her territory.
“Why can’t you now?” Trickster asked.
“Bugs sense things so differently, my brain can’t translate what they see and hear into something I can process. It’s all black and white blotches, high-pitched squeals and bass throbs.” I paused. “Imp’s perfectly fine, by the way. At least, I can’t find her, but nobody’s reacting like they found a spy in their midst.”
Nice.
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