6
Surnen, Personal Quarters, The Colony
I could not believe the female Trax carried into my quarters truly belonged to me. To Trax. To us. A female all our own. Forever—if she didn’t reject us in the next thirty days.
She’d seen me. All of me. She knew of my Hive integrations. She looked upon them all. I was not the warrior I’d been in my youth. I was still strong. In fact, I was stronger, thanks to the Hive.
But were Trax’s fears my own as well? Would this small human reject me because of what I had become? Would she reject Trax for the silver that circled his neck, that made him look… different? I was accustomed to what the Hive had done to me. Trax, however, had never made peace with his integrations, to how he’d changed. Worse, to the way his own family had reacted to his altered v
