Dressed in a blue flowing babban riga and its inner, paired with a black zanna bukar cap, Lamido looked every bit the alpha he was.
This was only the second time I had officially met him. The first was during Turk’s coronation four years ago, when he had been one of the loudest voices against Turk being crowned, yet somehow he had agreed, and even attended. I had wondered since then whether they had reached some kind of arrangement. One that eventually led to Lamido marrying off his daughter to Turk.
Even back then, I hadn’t liked him. He carried an aura that unsettled me, and now he was making a move on the Kaura pack. I also had a feeling that he and Turk were planning something together, something that went beyond the marriage.
‘He gives me the creeps as well,’ Conri hissed, watchin
