Chapter Eighty One
"Ouch!"
A yelp left my lips as thorn prickled my knee, while I tried to walk into the direction where the music was coming from.
I swatted at the indigo bush, which recoiled with a shuddering rustle, its leaves folding inward like a sensitive plant on steroids.
The music was getting louder now.
It had a rhythmic, pulsing quality to it, weaving through the crystalline air in a way that made the very atmosphere feel thick, like walking through a dream made of gelatin.
Every time the flute-like note hit a high register, the three moons above flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that didn't quite match my movements.
"Great," I whispered, pulling my moonlight cloak tighter around my shoulders. "First the exploding hamsters, now the sentient shrubbery. What's next? A singing rock with a grudge? It's even worse than sulking Kaelen."
