She had never seen anything so terrifyingly beautiful, and as she watched the sunlight glint off its body, a shimmering movement of yellow and black, she remembered what her mother had told her.

They talked in hushed tones while looking at her, sending chills all over her body. This was not happening, this was not going to happen to her.

It was the first time in her life that she had been completely consumed by rage, its effect almost calming as she swore she would kill them the moment they returned. But they never came back to the village and as she walked up and down the street, that familiar feeling rushed to life inside her once again, caressing her bones like an old friend.

Adi could count on one hand the number of times she had ever been afraid of hurting someone she loved. Most of them happened when she was young, but as she walked into the village and saw Helena's anxious face, she realized two things: she was no longer a child and she could not knowingly hurt her, no matter the consequence.