Page 124 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
You can do this.
You can do this!
Sola and Clucky both came swooping down above my head, cutting off the swarm and giving me a real chance.
Win opened the truck door with pixie repellent and a big net in one hand, and he came running toward me, trying to ward off the little buggers. I didn’t want him getting hurt either, so I used every last ounce of energy to move my feet faster, and before I knew it, I was hopping into the back of the truck.
Sola and Clucky both flew in right after me, toppling into Chaos in the back seat.
Someone slammed the door shut as Win hopped into the driver’s seat.
A handful of pixies were in the car, but Chaos, who was sitting beside me, quickly swiped them up with a small net he must’ve found in here.
We all sat there, in shock, out of breath, and bruised.
And I, for one, was so damn grateful this was over.
And it was over.
We had the dragon egg fossil. The pixies would go back to normal in a few days, and we would never have to go inside those damn gardens again.
We all took the masks and head coverings off, and since I was going to have to clean the truck out anyway—I didn’t think to put tarps down ahead of time, like an idiot—I just told everyone to drop them on the floor.
I tugged my arms out of the top of the suit, but there wasn’t enough room to get it off my ass and legs. So… we all sat in the truck in disarray, looking exhausted, covered in bruises, with our hair sticking up all over the place.
Chaos turned sharply toward the dragon egg fossil with a gasp. “Holy shit!”
“What? What’s wrong?” I glanced around, looking for some incoming ghosts or ghouls or some other horrible thing from the way he gasped.
Oh god, were there more pixies in the car? Did some of them figure out how to get inside or something?
Please tell me they didn’t get inside the truck. Ugggghhhh.
“It’s alive!”
I kept scanning our surroundings, looking for whatever threat the kid saw, but all I could see was the inside of the truck and a million pixies circling us outside.
“What’s alive?”
Shit, he didn’t see a fucking assassin vine or something like that, did he? That was the last thing we needed right now.
“The egg! It’s alive!”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Miles
Ifroze and turned my gaze back to the kid. He was staring at the dragon egg fossil with shock written all over his face. He even looked a little pale. “Chaos?” He didn’t answer. “Chaos?” Still no answer. “Mortimer?”
That made him snap his head up to me. “Miles, there’s something living in that egg.”
“Wh-what do you mean? It’s a fossil.”
“No…” He shook his head, ignoring both familiars who were perched on the seat on either side of him, both plucking grassand who knew what else off his pixie gear. They kept rubbing against him too, which was really cute.
Win and Ace both turned around from the front seat to face us, eyes wide, and Win said, “But… it’s a fossil.”
That’s what I said. But seriously, what the hell?
