CHAPTER FORTY-THREEThe Passing Over
I obeyed, peeking through slatted lashes. My hive twin drifted before me, just as I remembered. She danced barefoot among the ruins, skipping across the uneven surface as though flying. Reaching out, my fingers penetrated the mist which made up her image and the gossamer threads of her tunic dispersed. My heart ached and I dropped my hand to rest on my thighs. Limah caught my fingers and held them tight.
She smiled at me, embodying the pure sense of love I sought like nectar. Her gentle demeanour represented all the good parts of my personality locked into her tiny frame. Amber eyes ringed with flecks of brown held my gaze. Laughter close to the surface. My fingers itched to crush her to my chest, but Limah’s increased grip prevented it. She looked to
