CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE The Wasp QueenThey came for me and even Awamutu’s might could not stop them. I heard the scuffle as a series of thuds against the sturdy wooden door and dispatched the children beneath the bed. When the door opened, the queen’s personal guard found me ready to leave. Their leader halted at the sight of me and turned to Awamutu. “What is this?” he demanded.
My poor guard sported a cut to the bridge of his nose and the tearing of his waistcoat buttons left the fabric gaping. A Wasp guard held his wrists behind his back to render further struggling futile. She’d sent six of her best men and their size and stance made them appear more like twelve. Awamutu spoke through gritted teeth. “The Wasp Lord will have your heads. Show respect to the Melanis of Forlornn.”
“Melanis?
