The Beekeeper

Prologue

PROLOGUE

CALLIOPE

Everything is blue. Pale moonlight casts a glow on our bare skin and turns our surroundings into an ethereal dreamscape, decorating the mound of earth and the weathered headstones, but this is no dream. It’s all real. It all happened.

Maybe it’s the adrenaline surging through my blood that’s making me hyperaware of every little sensation. The faint scent of damp leaves, the sting of my blistered hands, the cold ground under my back, and his warm body on top of mine. It’s exhilarating.

Soil clings to our bodies as he pounds into me, helping me forget the smell of blood and how it painted the shower floor in crimson streams. Helping me forget everything. The years of fear and loneliness fade to nothing, wiped into irrelevance by his touch.

There’s no more worry about the future or what may happen. No remorse for what we’ve done. I’d do it again, and I know he would too. Everything we’ve been through until now was worth it. He’s worth it.

Getting railed on a freshly filled grave in the dead of night is just a bonus.