CHAPTER EIGHTBee-hold, a Princessa
“When will she wake?” Kuiti’s voice sounded harsh and shocked me, raising an angry buzz in my breast. Controlling my breathing, I stilled my fears. I’d done enough damage to the hive.
I took stock of my surroundings, tasting the air and finding myself back in the strange room with the heaviness still on my chest. Reaching back into the hive for my hive twin, I sought to assure myself of her wellbeing. I pushed only far enough to find her sleeping in a pocket of stickiness, safe in the honeycomb. She looked so peaceful and I ached to snatch her away. Our connection remained fractured and odd, an unfamiliar tenuousness permeating our mutual dependence. My Bee-mind watched over her, alert for danger, even as my physical body slumbered on the hard surface i
