EJIMA
Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest.
“Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.”
“It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself.
“Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey.
“We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.
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