CHAPTER FORTYThe Gift
Simultaneous shock sent an electrical pulse through us both and I opened my mouth in a soundless scream. Galveston’s astonished face faded and then winked out.
I braced myself as the hive rose to meet us, unforgiving and barbed with the frozen shards of honey. I lay on my back like a discarded sack of cabbages as my senses fought for orientation. “It’s you!” I pushed myself to a sitting position, groaning as I sorted my jumbled legs from Limah’s. Flashes of memory filled in missing pieces of the puzzle. “You’re the way to the hive!”
I swallowed and waited for the ache to fade from my muscles. In the dim light, I watched my painful fingers for signs of healing. The cuts remained open and the effects of the ice burn stayed as raw, peeling flesh. I sighed, grieving So
