“I was going to ask if you wanted company on your hunt this day,” Taushen says, his voice full of amusement. “But if you are just hunting roots, Brooke and I will find someone else to bother.” I give him a sour look. “Funny.” “He’s just being a prick,” Brooke says as she twines his hair. “I mean, I’m totally sure a few of the roots will put up a fight.”
