“You’re not broken,” the Mellifer whispered. “You’re just forgotten.”
She was not a Badwasp. She was something else entirely—a creature of soft chitin and warm amber light, a drifter from the Blooming Marshes. The scavengers called her a Mellifer: a honey-badger-wasp hybrid, sleek where Kael was armored, curious where he was brutal. She had no hive, no queen, no sting. Only a slow, humming curiosity that led her straight into the Badwasp tunnels. badwapanimal sexcom