ShroomForager3000 glances at me. “You don’t look at her.” Killian steps to the side to block me from view, puffing his chest, broadening his stance. “Whatever you say, man. You’re the guy with the fangs.” Killian looks at me. “You smell—afraid? But also like you’re gonna puke? Why?” I’m not telling him about the invitation to get in the shroom van. I loathe the dude, but I don’t want him dead. So I don’t say anything. “Una?” Killian’s voice is louder. I stare at the brown fungi slush with the footprint. Killian huffs in exasperation. My nose is burning now. I’m gonna cry. In front of humans.
