Darren was pissed. I was convinced he was because of the glares he kept shooting in my direction. Not at me, per se, but at Bo, who was sprawled out beside me, sucking on the tip of a small grass shoot and regaling me with tales of his and Lucas's childhood.

I had abandoned my lesson after succeeding in killing another patch of grass and was now sprawled out beside Bo, listening avidly, and laughing at his outrageous stories. That was probably inconsiderate on my part, seeing as Darren was now ...