Warren watches his sister disappear among the trees. He clasps his hands together and tries to focus on the whisper-breath of bee feet as one lands on his finger. It sits there quietly for a bit, then fires its engine and zooms off into the sun.
He looks at Yennevieve’s stricken face and offers her a smile.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Sol’s a fighter. She’ll figure it out.”
Yenn chews her lip and nods. “Yeah, ok,” she says. She doesn’t sound convinced. Warren puts his arm round her but she wriggles away. He frowns but decides it would be silly to have an argument over it. She’s just worried about Addie.
Warren gazes at the path his sister and Ig have just disappeared down. He closes his eyes, letting his mind fill with the busy song-scent of the glade’s insects. It’s still such a muddle a
