His lips turn down and a crease appears on the bridge of his nose. “Like I have another heart, and I didn’t know I had it, and now I do.”

“I don’t feel anything.”

He offers me a sad smile. “Yet.”

“Ever.”

“Come back to camp with me, Nuria.”

“I hate you.”

“I’ll buy you more mushrooms.”

Tears fill my eyes again, and he stiffens, his blue eyes darkening. “I don’t want your mushrooms. I want mine back.”

He hisses, and then he hops to his feet, holding out a hand. “You don’t have a choice.”

I feel small and stupid, naked and huddled on the ground. There’s dirt on...