“What did you call me?” Now that he was closer, and I could actually see, I realized he was younger than I’d expected. His shadowy eyes glittered in the gloom. “A jerk,” I attempted. He shook his head. “That’s not it.” I folded my arms over my chest and angled my chin up in the best pretense of confidence I could muster. “I called you a parasitoid, so what?” “And what would a parasitoid be?” He took a step closer to me. All imaginings of bravery fled my head. I mirrored his movement in the opposite direction. “Look it up.” “I’d rather you told me.” This guy was infuriating.
