CHAPTER FORTY-TWOThe Abel Pastor -Custos Cordum
“Did you wish for a different kind of life?” The silence ate at my resolve and the wind howled through the gaps in the comb, making the walls groan.
Limah snorted. “Many times, Estefania. More often than you can count. How much longer do you intend to sit here? The hive is unsafe. This world is dying.”
I hung my head and shame left a pink flush on my cold cheeks. “You can leave. Your scars are my fault, aren’t they?”
He nodded. “Each time I defended you left its mark. Many have come after you. Wasps, Swift and now Forlornn Men. Each trip into the hive risked betraying Sonora’s location and cost me in stings and injuries. Your Bee-nature protects you. I don’t have one.”
I sighed, understanding how my boredom and stupidity must have added
