CHAPTER SEVEN Besieged from WithinI dreamed of Limah. His large hand brushed back the fine tendrils of hair from my forehead and the mattress in my mind dipped as he settled his backside onto it. “Have you found it yet?” he asked, his voice echoing and strained. Sounds of the hive filled my ears and I sighed with pleasure. I’d missed the steady heartbeat of the bees’ existence, rhythmic and ordered. The lack of simplicity in my world drowned my thoughts with noise and clamour I didn’t want. I pushed myself onto my hands and paused, seeing the healed Limah of the hive and not the scarred man in the Outer. His features held perfect proportion and both dark eyes fixed on my face and waited for my answer.
“What’s it like?” I breathed and saw him jerk backwards in confusion.
“What?” His reply
