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My hair had nearly dried by the time I reached the cook tent.
Neil had a bruise blossoming around his left eye and was busy chopping roots with such fury I didn’t even speak to him as I laid the mushrooms on the table and dodged back out into the open air.
I thought of trying to find Marta so she could tell me what had happened the night before, then I remembered Nessa whispering in her ear.
No sooner had the dread at what Nessa might have said dripped into my stomach than Marta appeared on the path in front of me.
“Ena.” She gave me a bright smile, setting her dimples on full display. “I’ve been looking for you.”
The dread in my stomach doubled.
“I was out gathering some things.” I patted my bag. “I left goodies with Neil, and I’ll be able to make some nice tea for the next batc
