CHAPTER FOURTEEN GoodnessI jerked back so fast, I toppled myself and caught hold of the curtain. A ripping sound echoed through the chamber. The children held their collective breaths and my gaze flicked to the door. The handle turned at the same time as the key rattled in the lock. Awamutu’s face poked through the gap. “Melanis?” he asked.
“Sorry.” I patted the heavy canopy drapes and stepped around the bed, almost tripping over the raised dais in my haste. “Tiredness makes me clumsy.”
His brow furrowed and he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Unease shrouded him as his lips twitched. “The Wasps are restless,” he whispered. A large hand patted the front of his waistcoat and settled over his stomach. “My innards tell me something is wrong.”
I drew closer and he lowered
