“If you’ve got something to say, don’t bother saying it,” Sasha snapped. “Nothing comes from your mouth but lies.”

“Come on, you guys,” Sunny whined. “Can’t you just . . .”

“Just what?!” Sasha screeched. “She’s been cheating on me with your brother! She doesn’t deny it!” He looked at Chichi. “Deny it.”

Chichi slowly blew out smoke. “How old are we? We’re not attached at the hip.”

“Why am I even here?!” Sasha shouted. He started to walk away, but Orlu caught his shoulder.

“Because I asked you to come,” he said. “Please. We’re an Oha coven, remember? We can’t . . .”

“Black Hat is dead,” Sasha snapped. “Nigga killed himself. We all saw it. Our coven is dissolved.”

“It’s not over,” Sunny said. “Ekwensu is here now! We . . .”

“If we are a coven, then there should be trust,” Sasha insisted as he looked at Chichi.

“You think I don’t know about Ronke? Months, you and her,” Chichi spat. Sunny and Orlu looked at Sasha with raised eyebrows. Sasha’s mouth hung open with shock.

“Trust, sha. It goes both ways,” Chichi quietly said.

“Who is Ronke?” Sunny asked.

But Sasha’s and Chichi’s eyes were locked. They stayed like this for several moments. Chichi was the first to look away. She looked at Orlu. “There is a reason I asked you to have us meet here,” she said. She momentarily looked at Sasha. “All of us. I have been thinking about it all. Black Hat, Ekwensu, Sunny, your dreams, that first vision you had in the candle. I’ve been thinking most about your . . . condition.”

“You mean being doubled?” Sunny said. “Sheesh, it’s not like Voldemort’s name, you can say it aloud.”

“Sorry,” Chichi said, wrinkling her nose as if she smelled something bad. “It’s just so . . . ugh.”

“I know, right?” Sasha said. “I don’t even know how you deal with it. It’s like a guy waking up one day, looking down, and finding his . . .”

“Shut up, Sasha,” Orlu groaned. “Chichi, what were you saying?”

“It’s not your fault, Sunny,” Chichi said. “Plus, I think you will change. Soon.”

“What are you talking about?” Sunny asked, frowning. She’d told the three of them about being torn from Anyanwu, but not the full extent of it. Her relationship with Anyanwu who came and went as she pleased was as much her own business as the sight of her spirit face. But was there something else she needed to know about all this?

Sasha stepped closer. “It’s obvious. Chichi has an idea,” he said flatly. “What is it?”

Again, Chichi and Sasha looked at each other for a long time. Sunny looked from one to the other. She hated when they did this. Even when they were fighting, they shared some weird telepathy-like communication. It had something to do with their natural ability, that lightning-fast photographic thinking they both possessed. Orlu put his hands in his pockets, waiting. He was also used to it.