Where anangry buzzisdisrupting the air.
And numerous gaspsarebeginning to rise.
Andthe groans of the orgy fall into silence.
Puzzled,I look over my shoulder.At the sight of Hyatt finally free of his box, I lift my hand and wave.
Six
A good brownie never screams.
Ever-Arienna
“Ohmy gods, Fabia,look!”I squeal, clasping both my hands over my cheeks.“Isn’t he cute!”
The iridescent teal making up Hyatt’s thorax is my favourite colour in allofthe Seven Planes.The rich plums and pinks of his abdomen are a close second.But it’s his large black eyes and dark-blue fuzzy antennas that I love the most.Hyatt is freaking cute.He’s going to getallthe lady wasps.
Cursing, Fabiagrabsmy arm.“Why’s he already covered in blood?”As sherunsher hands over my arms and chest, I mourn the fact that shedoesn’tlinger on my boobs.Shedoesn’teven give me a quick squeeze.What kind of friendisshe?
“Are you hurt?”she demands.
“Well, I just stepped on my own foot, and my vag–”
“From Hyatt.”She shovesme away.
Ugh.Rude.
“No.I told you, Hyattwon’thurt me.”
“Where’s all the blood from then?”
I wave my hand.“Oh, that?It’s probably Bo’s.”
“And who is that?”
“One of Hyatt’s brothers.”I cock my head to the side.“Ex-brother?Actually, you know what?I don’t even know if they have the same mum.They were all inseparatecocoons when I brought them back–”
“You did what?How many are there?”
“Brothers?”Dear gods,brothers!That’sexactlywhat I needright now.Though not wasp brothers.Ew.Brownie brothers.Covered in mud as they wrestle.Wearing nothing but – No, no.That’lltake too long to wash off.And whoamI kidding?Idon’tneed foreplay tonight.Theycanjust –
Fabiasnapsher fingers in front of my face.
“Hmm?Oh, at least sixnow.”Six!“But more are coming soon as most of themstillhaven’t hatched yet.”More!
If itwasn’tfor Fabia, I’dhave combusted at the thought of six or more men drilling into me.But shelookslike she wantsto slap me.And although a good brownieisnever violent, Fabiadidset Lief’s house on fire not too long ago.She claimed itwasan accident, but I’mpretty sure the only accident was that hewasn’tin it.Wisely, Itakea step back.
“So can I, like, go back to the party now that Hyatt’s out of the box?We don’t have to set him free anymore, and –”
Fabia’s glare causesmy hope to die.At this rate, Iamnever getting laid, let alone by six god-like brothers.Maybe I should just jump in front of Hyatt now, saving myself from the misery of forever having my mum’s butt on mine.
“No,” Fabia growls.“And do you want to know why?”
Shoulders down, I nod.Best to get this over with.She’sunreasonably stubborn when itcomesto telling me off.
“Ask me why,” shesays, her tone more venomous than any wasp.
Isigh, itching togo find Gerald.“Why?”
