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Ahahahahahahaha!
On this pair of antennae?
Don’t they know this bee’s not for burning and not for sale.
The sting in my derriere is almost as deadly as the one that makes up my tongue.
They can’t afford the price I’m worth.
And they’ll never, ever catch me.
Ever.
- Queen Bee
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Killian
Iread the fucking Stitch that Xavier shows me.
Ordinarily, I’d give him hell over it, tease him for reading that bullshit, even though we all do. It’s a good way to keep a finger on the pulse of the city and of the mood of society.
“I haven’t heard from her.” I run a hand over my face. “This Queen Bee is big, right?”
He nods.
“No news is bad news. The rest is good. And this…is good.”
I pick up my whiskey and take a swallow. Then I put it down and sign,
Yeah, he’s right, on both counts. At least, superficially. “Setting her aside for a moment, we can use this. A spread of knowledge and awareness done organically is what we wanted.It’s a great place to start, a place where we can manipulate, put pressure on the Council and the Monarch to see us. We could rally more of the rich around us. Who is this bee person?”
He doesn’t answer.
“C’mon, Xav. We can’t rock up to Iris’s house, can we?” I say. “We don’t know what’s going on with Iris. So maybe we can talk to this bee. Who is it?”
he signs.
“Iris—”
He pulls a small device from his pocket.
Irritation beats hard against my chest. And hope. “What did she say?”
“Fuck.”
I’m thinking if we can’t talk to the bee person directly, we try through some of our social media outlets, contact others, or maybe we try to reach her through her platform, DM her. Or him. Because it could be a guy.
And Iris… I can’t stand the fact I don’t know what’s going on or where she is. Because, fuck, I put some work into her, had her primed to be a key asset.
