Zaki Lee’s eyes lingered on her as she deftly skewered the fish with sticks she had prepared in advance. A faintly sombre expression shadowed his face—unreadable, but heavy with thoughts he kept locked away.
When the fish were cleaned, Easther gathered a bundle of dried grass and secured it to the end of a stick. Without hesitation, she struck a spark and lit the grass into flame. Zaki Lee’s eyes widened as she lifted the torch high and turned—not toward the fire pit he expected—but directly toward the dark corner of the cave where a massive beehive clung to the rock ceiling.
His heart lurched.
What is she doing?!
“Has she gone mad?” Zaki nearly sprang to his feet. They had barely escaped death outside—bloodied, exhausted, half-alive—and now she wanted to provoke wild bees? Was she tir
