But the longer we push, the greater the strain. The more I feel our pain. “Zélie…” Mâzeli’s voice scratches through his clenched teeth. His screams turn sharp as strips of skin peel away from his arms. The powerful ashê rips through our veins. It burns through us both. But despite how I want to let go, the Winder cênter still stands. “Just once more!” I shout. “Ẹmí àwọn tí ó ti sùn—”
She’s going to kill him…
