Nothing could touch him here. No one would dare cause trouble here. But if they did.... they better have the ability.
Still…
His thoughts drifted to Nnenna.
Was she afraid? Did she need to be reassured? Where was she anyway?
The moment he thought of getting up to reassure her in the dark
The stage lights flared on.
Not all of them. Just the center. A perfect golden circle of light flooded the platform.
And standing there, commanding all attention, was Abuchi.
He had changed.
Gone was his ceremonial suit.
In its place, he wore something striking, something unforgettable.
A sleek black ensemble tailored to hug his tall frame, shimmering subtly under the spotlight like midnight silk. A long, open front coat with silver embroidery traced the edges like constellations, mysterious, almost ethereal.
