Chapters (49)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- More from this Series
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by J. Elle
I wink at her and she shoulders her bag. “I appreciate all this,” I say. “You’re in deep now.”
“I’d have it no other way.”
I reach for the door to open it, but it swings open before I can touch it. Jhamal stands with Kai and Zora at his back. A tuft of white hair in the backdrop says Bati is back there somewhere too. I step back, letting them all inside.
“I’m going. You can’t stop me,” I start.
“Oh, I know,” Jhamal says with more exasperation than I like.
“Jelani,” Bati says. “I did not mean for you to feel like we were doing anything to deceive you. I would never—”
“I get it. I have all this power from the Ancestors so it makes you think y’all should follow me. But that’s not my lane. I’m not cut out for all that. I don’t even make the right decisions half the time. All I can do is improve from where I failed before. Fighting solo won’t work. We need the Ancestors’ help. That’s what it is. So, I’m going.”
“I am thankful you are not upset with me, dear one. I promised your father…” He exhales and it’s heavy. “I promised him I would look after you like my own daughter. You understand?”
“I do.” I squeeze his hand, and Jhamal steps next to me.
“Reconsider, please. Let me go with you.” Heaviness weighs down his expression. I get he’s worried. Shit, I’m worried too. But we gotta do what we gotta do.
“Kowana Yechi is halted until you return,” he says. “I worked out with Kai and Shaun that one from each of their clans would go with you. That way we are unified, like we talked about.” He gestures. “Zora, if you would have her.”
She dips her chin when I meet her eyes.
“And me,” Jhamal says.
I sigh and find myself searching his eyes. Eyes that watched and cared for me. Made sure I ate. They swim with adoration. Respect. He sees in me what I still can’t find in myself.
“Is that a yes?” he asks.
His care is why I’m standing here in one piece. I can’t pretend that doesn’t matter. I can’t pretend that when panic claws me, my eyes don’t instinctively look for him. That his warmth, though I push it away, is as much a part of me as my own shadow. If Kai and Shaun have forged temporary peace, could it hurt to have Jhamal and Zora out there with me? Better chance we’ll come out of this shit alive.