The moonlight illuminates her face, glowing against the puff of white on top of her head. When she reaches us, she stares at the streak of white in my own hair. “They’re one of us.” The comet of fire in the Burner’s hands goes out.
And none of them could see that? I mean seriously, WTF! Especially Kwame, who’s been told this entire time that they were with a maji! Idiots! The lot of them. No wonder a child is leading them.
