“And what, exactly, are they hunting in the mines? Snakes? Scorpions? Hellhounds?” I was sure they hunted none of those things, but I did want an answer. And if I had to pull it from him, I would.
“Hive.”
Oh. s**t. My mouth fell open as I looked out the big window, then glanced at Jori. Jorik had moved to stand beside us and I was glad. “They’re here?”
“Not anymore.”
Well, that made me feel better. Almost. I’d never imagined that the Hive might be here. On this planet. I felt my face pale, a shiver race over my skin.
Wulf stood and the other Atlans took their cue from him, standing to form a circle around me. And Jorik. And Jori.
Braun rose from his seat—disentangling himself from the rambunctious twin climbing up his back—to join us, Rezzer with him. Tane left his post by the door a
