-LEENA-

“No, Alec, don’t take that rack out.” I gesture to the one he has in his grip, fully suited in beekeeper gear, so unlike myself, simply in a winter dress, “they’ll need that for the winter. Come here, this one.”

I gesture to another rack and Alec stumbles over, bees on him in droves, attracted to his magic that’s intertwined with mine. We’ve been at this for a while now, days turning into weeks, trying to keep the hives healthy before the ...