Children of Blood and Bone - Tomi Adeyemi Page 0,34

But if they suffered too much before they died …

I close my eyes and try to swallow the thought. If the trauma of their deaths was too much, their spirits won’t rise to the afterlife. They’ll stay in apâdi, an eternal hell, reliving the worst of their pain.

When we land on the rocky stretch of sand, Tzain helps Amari while I tend to Baba. I promised I wouldn’t mess this up. Now our entire village is in flames.

I stare at the jagged rocks, unable to meet my father’s eyes. Baba should’ve sold me to the stocks. If he had, he’d finally have peace. Baba’s silence only intensifies my misery, but when he bends down to meet my gaze, tears soften his eyes.

“You can’t run from this, Zélie. Not now.” He takes my hands. “This is the second time these monsters took our home. Let it be the last.”

“Baba?” I can’t believe his fury. Since the Raid, he hasn’t whispered a single curse against the monarchy. I thought he’d given up all fight.

“As long as we don’t have magic, they will never treat us with respect. They need to know we can hit them back. If they burn our homes, we burn theirs, too.”

Tzain’s mouth falls open and he locks eyes with me. We haven’t seen this man for eleven years. We didn’t know he was still alive.

“Baba—”

“Take Nailah,” he orders. “The guards are close. We don’t have much time.”

He points across the shore to the northern coast, where five figures in royal armor herd the survivors together. The flickering light of the flames illuminates the seal on one soldier’s helmet. The captain … the same one who chased me and Amari.

He burned my home to the ground.

“Come with us,” Tzain argues. “We can’t leave you behind.”

“I can’t. I’ll only slow you down.”

“But Baba—”

“No,” he cuts Tzain off, rising to place a hand on his shoulder. “Mama Agba told me about her vision. It’s you three who will lead the fight. You need to get to Chândomblé and figure out how to bring magic back.”

My throat tightens. I clutch Baba’s hand. “They already found us once. If they’re after us, they’ll come after you, too.”

“We’ll be long gone by then,” Mama Agba assures me. “Who better to evade the guards than a Seer?”

Tzain looks back and forth between Mama Agba and Baba, his jaw clenching as he fights to keep his face even. I don’t know if he can leave Baba behind. Tzain doesn’t know his place without keeping others safe.

“How’ll we find you?” I whisper.

“Bring magic back for good,” Mama Agba says. “As long as I have my visions, I’ll always know where to go.”

“You have to leave,” Baba presses, forceful as a new round of screams rings out. One guard grabs an elderly woman by her hair and holds a sword to her throat.

“Baba, no!”

I try to pull him forward, but he overpowers me, kneeling down to wrap his arms around my shaking frame. He holds me tighter than he has in years. “Your mother…” His voice cracks. A small sob escapes my throat. “She loved you fiercely. She would be so proud right now.”

I cling to Baba so hard that my nails dig into his skin. He squeezes me back before rising to embrace Tzain. Though Tzain towers over Baba in height and might, Baba matches the ferocity of his hug. They hold each other for a long moment, as if they never have to let go.

“I’m proud of you, son. No matter what. I’ll always be proud.”

Tzain hurriedly wipes his tears away. He’s not one to show his emotions. He saves his pain for the isolation of night.

“I love you,” Baba whispers to us both.

“We love you, too,” I croak.

He gestures at Tzain to mount Nailah. Amari follows, silent tears leaking onto her cheeks. Despite my grief, a prickle of anger flares. Why is she crying? Once again, her family is the reason mine is being torn apart.

Mama Agba kisses my forehead and wraps her arms around me tight.

“Be careful, but be strong.”

I sniffle and nod, though I feel everything but strength. I’m scared. Weak.

I’m going to let them down.

“Take care of your sister,” Baba reminds Tzain as I mount the saddle. “And Nailah, be good. Protect them.”

Nailah licks Baba’s face and nuzzles his head, a sign of a promise she’ll always keep. My chest seizes when she walks forward, traveling away from my heart and my home. When I turn back, Baba’s face shines with a