CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HiveThe sombre mood infected us all and the sound of the sparring Wasps created the only noise. I broke the silence with a question and Awamutu’s bleary eyes rose to meet it. “Does Galveston know you taught me to fight?” I demanded.
He lowered his head with a shake. “No, Melanis. The poison wears off beyond the middle of the day, though if his guards challenge me I feign submission. I spar with you in the afternoons following his visit.”
I nodded. “Galveston overreaches. He believes himself stronger than he is.” My eyes narrowed and I tapped an irritated beat against my thigh with an index finger. “How does he not realise it wears off?” The finger rose to point at Sorrel, as though by its own volition. “When did yours wear off?”
Sorrel’s lashes fluttered and he captur
