The one on the right chortles deep in its throat. Wait, is that the sound of approval I’m looking for? Shit, I wish I’d asked Mira. Mira. She’s going to be devastated when she reads the rolls. I lift my head and suck in a sharp breath. They’re even closer. The one on the left nudges my hands with its giant nose, but I somehow stand my ground, rocking back on my heels to keep from falling over. Greens are the most reasonable. “I cut my hands climbing the obstacle course.” I lift my palms, like they can see through the black fabric binding my wounds.
The greens are interested in her
