CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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ate on Sunday night, I pressed my cheek to the cool, velvet pillows set on my bed. I couldn't even close my eyes. A cool breeze swept through the open windows, pulling the curtains into a long, swinging dance. My mind was muddled with thoughts of my mother’s mother. Why would someone sacrifice their own grandchild to gain more power?
My emotions soured my stomach, the feeling clawing up my chest to burn my throat. I had a pain I couldn’t get rid of, ever since yesterday, after my mother told me everything. I wanted to confront my grandmother, to spit into her face or kill her. If only I knew how to use my magic. Tears spilled from my eyes as the night of the fire came back. I shut my eyes, but the darkness brought Feranmi’s screams. I sobbed. It felt as if my mind was
