CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Another WayThe children set up a dreadful clamour in my defence, but Eena set her jaw and assumed an expression of determination. “You must be,” she insisted. “The Wasp Lord has ceased courting you and treats you as a sister. And what of the Wasp Queen? If she really believed you were of Bee-origins, she would have killed you over your breakfast without hesitation.”
“I’m not a wasp!” The detestable notion nagged at the back of my mind until an ache radiated out to blur my vision. I rubbed at my eyes, my fingers trembling with fury. “I trust Sonora and she was not a fool!”
Eena shook her head and laid a hand over her abdomen. “A child knows it’s mother,” she breathed. “I knew mine. Yet you didn’t know Sonora.”
A flicker of doubt spiralled through me and turned my next
