CHAPTER ELEVENBee-trayal
Any sense of the hive within me disappeared as the freezing air hit my body. I inhaled as though each breath represented my last and Bliss urged me on with bluing fingers. Snow drifts attacked my leather booties, pouring over the tops and soaking my bare feet. My toes bruised from contact with hidden objects beneath the snow and I staggered with monotonous frequency. “Where are we going?” I begged again, receiving no reply from the mortician. When I sank to my knees with cold and exhaustion, my companions halted.
“Do you intend to freeze us to death?” Bliss shivered in the frigid air, her fleshy body trembling from head to toes. She’d dropped the knife at the fringe of the forest when the icy metal began to burn her fingers. “If so, get on with it. You’re walking
