CHAPTER ELEVENSonora
“Estefania,” she sighed, her face pinched with concern. Irritation budded in the twitch of her lips and I tensed. The queen cup felt too small, restricting my movements and keeping me still. In human form, Sonora turned, the gossamer threads of her dress resembling the intricate pattern of a wing. When she gazed down on me again, I saw pity in her eyes. “You cause the Bee Keeper much distress.” She raised one eyebrow in a gentle arch and her beauty paralysed me. Perfect formation of breasts and abdomen gave an outline through her finery and I sensed her bewitching power. I parted my lips to speak, but the curse stretched even into my dreams and no sound conveyed my protest. Mother knelt and held out a cup formed from the petals of buttercups. Pressed together and seal
