THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING- 8
`THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING-8 “My daughter, you have done well to get that scoundrel alone. You know what, you...” Her mother’s voice faded slowly till it was barely audible. “You make sure he pays.” Yaba felt the stress cramping her shoulders and lower neck. Tears failed her as she watched her dying mother. The wound at her mother’s neck, yes, the same that was inflicted by her master and lover, was infected. Her mother was burning with fever yet shivering as though she was out on some harmattan night. But Yaba frantically bathed her mother with some more cold water. “I won’t leave your side.” “O, but you must.” She unwrapped something from her wrapper. “These are powered mushrooms. Just a little over his food or in his water would do the job.” Yaba slowly unwrapped the leaves and peered suspiciously at the brown powder. “Also, take this. You can’t stop a man who is blinded by desire. But you won’t be able to snatch his life when he’s got a baby in you, believe