TRINITY’S POV
“Jess isn’t back, yet,” Jaxom informed me, his eyes going foggy as I fished for the room key in my jean pocket.
“How does that work? Your weird hive mind thing?” Taking out the thin slip of metal, I put it in the lock and jiggled it until the door swung wide. I crossed the threshold into the motel room, leaving it open so that Jaxom could follow.
“My what?”
“You know, hive mind, like bees. They’re all individuals, but they think like a group to protect the Queen.” I stooped by my bedside, retrieving the pajamas I’d bought with Jess from my backpack.
“So, I guess that makes me the Queen bee?”
I looked up into Jaxom’s smirking countenance and grinned. “You said it, not me.”
“Mhm. Well, it doesn’t really work that way. It’s more of a telepathy thing, and it's only bet
