Carter POV
Hearing her say yes made a rush of excitement shoot through me. I practically sprang up from the sofa. Mishka’s curiosity was written all over her face, and I knew exactly what that meant — she wanted the truth, the whole truth, and I was finally going to give it to her.
As I stood, I began explaining before she even followed me.
“I’ve already told you what the colorful grapes do, and what the orange potatoes do,” I said, grabbing what I needed from the shelves. “Now I’ll explain what a Chameleon Carrot does.”
I heard her soft footsteps trailing behind me as she stepped toward the small kitchen doorway, watching me quietly.
I took out three metal containers and placed them on the counter. Then I reached for the carrot — a long, strange-looking thing with faint shifting colo
