Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Bones didn’t bother Melita, and she would’ve barely given them a glance, had it not been for the chittering and chattering of other creatures nearby. Brows furrowing, she raised her lantern, spotting the gathering of mongoose, pondering over the situation. Were she Attuned, she probably could’ve just compelled them away. But she was the Honeybee, and her penchant for instant violence ran rampant.
Her head tilted, snagging at her staff, curling her fingers around the familiar wooden weapon. “Think we ought to just take them out?” Because unless Evie had better ideas, that was precisely what the smuggler intended to do.
Her head tilted, snagging at her staff, curling her fingers around the familiar wooden weapon. “Think we ought to just take them out?” Because unless Evie had better ideas, that was precisely what the smuggler intended to do.
Melita
