One (One Universe)

sandwiches in the truck, right?” Changing took a boatload of energy, so we were always ravenous once we returned to land. Peanut butter was more filling than crayfish—and didn’t take nearly as much effort to catch.
    “Two for me, none for you,” Brennan joked.
    “Not if I get there first,” I shot back. Falling into comforting, well-worn banter, we headed up the dark path to the truck.
    We never did see the camcorder propped in the trees, watching us go.
     
    For more information on Andrea Colt and her books, please visit http://www.andreacolt.com