If I’m in trouble—if Priam’s dad knows and Naema can’t be trusted, if the world is on the hunt and everything’s coming down—this power might be all the protection I have. After everything I’ve been through, that realization fills me with equal parts boldness and apprehension. I feel myself bouncing between fear and ferocity, my heart and my call fighting for space in my throat. You don’t have to take my voice, I tell my grandmother. Just teach me how to use it.
