Exploiting Maple Haven

Marcus's hand, already reaching out, froze in mid-air.

He pursed his lips and turned to Gemma. "Why? Does this door have ​​cooties​​ or something? Why can't I even touch it?"

Gemma kicked his shin. "Your hands are the ones with cooties!"

"No cooties here—just calluses from years of gathering herbs. Wanna count them? Seriously, look..." Marcus tried to show her his hands.

Gemma quickly dodged, yell