MAVERICK.
A loud, raging roar ripped from my chest.
Only it wasn't exactly a scream, because it had no sound. No, it wasn't one. It wasn't my voice. Nor was it a scream. Or a crack in my voice. It was my happiness, my joy, my hopes, my peace. It was everything that Hibba represented fleeing from my soul at once. In a single blink of an eye.
In all the years I'd lived, in the years of pain I've dealt with, I had never experienced something as devastating as this. Not when Baba banished me. Not when I found out that Umma was alive. Not when I found out I had a twin sister. Not when Amadi had gotten injured.
This emotion, this soul-crushing feeling was not like anything I had ever experienced. There was a seething sound in my ears, like a ringing I couldn't figure out nor get rid of. No o
