The Sunspire Dark Shadows on the wall

Despite himself, Summer was finding himself growing irrationally annoyed with Jace's questions. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Jace wasn't his father--wasn't even truly his brother, despite whatever bonds had grown between them. What business was Summer's personal "extra-curriculars" to him? He gulped down more empty air and fought against these emotions. Whatever the case, Jace was his beta, and Summer was no in condition to challenge him.

"Mushrooms," he mumbled, his mind finally coming to them as he remembered his father, long ago teaching him to steer clear of the little fungi. Summer knew that the more poisonous sort would be growing this time of year, not in these parts, but he had spied some in the wetlands when he'd travelled there with Cuan those weeks ago.