Chapter 72

Twyla left the vampires to their wine and food. They had arranged themselves casually along the patio where they could all see her work. Well, try to work.

She sighed. She was going to do this all alone. She just had to believe in herself. Stepping onto the black soil, her boots made no sound. Not that she would have heard them over the raucous sounds of the vampires having fun behind her. The metal arrows still pointed in various directions in the soil underneath her and a feeling passed through her. Did they have something to do with her task? They were the colour of metals. She kept the thought in her mind as she strode up to the mushrooms. They looked very much like ordinary mushrooms. And definitely smelled ordinary too. Twyla knelt in the sand and put her hand through the slats of the fence. The closest mushroom looked like a button mushroom and when she felt it, it was smooth and fleshy. Nothing metal about this mushroom.