CHAPTER SIXMarch of the Bees
Limah placed the precious shard of metal in the pocket of his breeches, his scarred fingers smoothing it there with exaggerated care. My brows knitted in frustration at the grease stain it left in its wake, for I knew I could have cleaned it better. He jerked his head towards me without looking at my face. “Take the lady to find refreshment,” he said, patting his pocket. “She drank only melted snow on our journey and ate nothing. It would be a shame to come this far and then lose her to starvation.”
The drone lay hold of my arm and I shook him off, feeling a dart of guilt as he swayed and opened his mouth in surprise. “No!” I said, pushing my nose into the air and narrowing my eyes to slits. The glare I gave Limah should have felled him on the spot. “Do not g
