37
Rhea was still giggling when River reached for a broom, his expression a mix of resignation and amusement. “Alright, everyone grab something. Before this glitter multiplies.” Beau scowled. “It already did. It’s in my ears, man.” Salem snickered from her spot by the counter, trying to brush some pink shimmer off her own shirt. “That’s what happens when you antagonize me before caffeine.” Miles moved beside her, chuckling. “You sure you’re not part magpie? You seem a little too comfortable surrounded by sparkly chaos.” “Careful,” Salem said with mock sweetness, “or you’ll be next.” He raised a brow, smirking. “I’m not scared of glitter.” Big mistake. Salem reached behind her, scooped a handful of glitter from the counter, and tossed it straight at him. It hit dead-on—sparkling pink du
- Writer
