CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEThe Bee Queen's Champion
Limah’s training gifted me more than skill with a blade. It created a fleet of foot and deftness of hand I hadn’t noticed flourish. In mere seconds, the smooth brass object slipped into the deep pocket of my breeches, the mattress was flipped and the sheet thrown over it. I thudded onto its surface as Sorrel burst into the room without knocking. He strode toward the flickering candle and lifted it from the ground, holding it high to examine my face. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “You can’t walk out in the middle of a lesson.”
I turned onto my side and pushed the edges of the sheet into the narrow gap between mattress and wall, my fingers moving quickly as I settled into position. I waved my arm behind me to indicate he should go away. The m
