Broken by One, Desired by All
"We’re literally risking our lives for weeds."
Caroline snorted, crouching to examine a cluster of mushrooms growing at the base of an oak tree. "They’re not weeds, idiot," she shot back, her fingers brushing over the caps with practiced care. "This is Belladonna. One bite, and you’re hallucinating demons for days."
Charlie paled. "Great. So if I accidentally eat one, I’ll finally see the nightmares that live in my head?"
"You already do that sober," I muttered, plucking a sprig of thyme and tossing it into my basket. "But seriously, we need to move faster. Alden’s not joking about the sundown deadline."