MILAN
“What’s that light?” Ruth asked just as I spotted a moving red dot in the air coming towards us, flashing on and off constantly, and I furrowed my brows slightly. I didn’t take my eyes off it as it passed me, making a slight fluttering sound, and when I faced forward again, I saw more red dots heading towards us.
“We’re in trouble,” Crista said with a laugh but it didn’t sound like she found anything funny and I glanced at her, now being able to see her and Mercer’s outline due to the lights, before returning my attention to whatever those things were.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Those are fireflies… Don’t let them touch you.”
“Uh, last time I checked, fireflies were a greenish yellow. Not red.”
She let out a dry laugh again and I noticed that she was moving away from
