The Moon Keeps Our Secret

Here are the stepsisters, Amirah and Zazie. Amirah's stepmom is plain old American; Zazie's stepdad is too. They're bound by blood and laughter, but the heat that simmers underneath... nobody dares to name it. They keep their mouths shut about what their fingers itch to do. Then Zazie takes off, farm dust in her wake, and Amirah hits rock bottom. Can't eat, can't sleep. She promised her people she'd never cheat her powers, yet the ache wins. Under a fat white moon she whispers a spell older than thunder. Midnight pulls her into a twisty dreamscape where the village elders can't click their tongues and the laws of blood are just mist in the breeze. There, they crash together again—burning, unhidden.