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Amari.

That means she’s still alive.

“What did they buy?” Kaea interrupts.

“A sword… some canteens. It seemed like they were going on a trip, like they were heading into the jungle.”

Kaea’s eyes widen. She rips the parchment out of my hands. “It has to be the temple. Chândomblé.”

“How close is it?”

“A full day’s ride, but—”

“Let’s depart.” I grab the headdress and make for the door. “If we ride fast, we can catch them.”

“Wait,” Kaea calls. “What shall we do with him?”

“Please,” the merchant trembles. “I didn’t know it was stolen! I pay my taxes on time. I’m loyal to the king!”

I hesitate, staring at the pitiful man.

I know what I’m supposed to say.

I know what Father would do.

“Inan?” Kaea asks. She puts her hand on her blade. I need to give the order. I can’t show weakness.Duty before self.

“Please!” the merchant begs, latching onto my hesitation. “You can take my cart. You can take everything I have—”

“He’s seen too much—” Kaea cuts in.

“Just hold on,” I hiss, pulse pounding in my ears. The burnt corpses of Ilorin flash into my mind. The seared flesh. The crying child.

Do it, I push myself.One kingdom is worth more than one life.

But too much blood has already been spilled. So much of it by my hands—

Before I can say anything, the merchant sprints for the exit. One hand makes it to the door. Crimson explodes in the air.

Blood splatters across my chest.

The merchant tumbles to the ground, collapsing with a dense thud.

Kaea’s throwing knife sticks out of the back of his neck.

After a shuddered breath, the merchant bleeds in silence. Kaea eyes me as she bends down, extracting her knife as if pulling the perfect rose from a garden.

“You mustn’t tolerate those who get in your way, Inan.” Kaea steps over the corpse, wiping her blade clean. “Especially those who know too much.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AMARI

AHAZE LIFTSfrom my mind as I blink into consciousness. My vision blurs the past and the present. For a moment, the silver of Binta’s eyes shines.

But when the hallucination passes, the flicker of candle flames dances along jagged stone walls. A rodent scurries by my feet and I jolt back. It’s only then that I realize I’m bound, tied to Tzain and Zélie with unyielding ropes.

“Guys?” Zélie stirs at my back, sleep dripping from her voice. She twists and turns, but no matter how much she writhes, the ropes do not give.

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