Chapter 52

The idea slipped into his head without much thought behind it, but it repulsed Dazi so much he nearly vomited. That was the old him thinking, the one who cared about little more than preserving himself and his tribe. That was the selfish Dazi who cast aside anyone and anything for which he had no use. He had tried not to be that person for four years, and though he messed up every now and then, this hurt more than all the others combined. The internal screaming started again.

Someone knocked at the front door before Dazi could open it. “Let them in, Teiku,” Chief Werama said.

His niece dutifully obeyed. Bivi’i, who lived down the street from Dazi, hustled up the hallway. Her many clunky necklaces bounced against her plump chest. With a concerned scowl she said, “A black lion just ran through town and headed south.”