Rising Dark (The Darkling Trilogy, Book 2) by A D Koboah

Author:A D Koboah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, african american, slavery, lost love, vampires blood magic witchcraft, romance and fantasy, twilight inspired, vampires and witches, romance and vampires, romance and witches
Publisher: A D Koboah

Chapter 24

The trip to England gave me a stronger sense of purpose when I returned to America and from then on, I focused all my energies on amassing a great deal of wealth. I now had two families to care for, Luna’s and my own. So I acquired land all over America and in England, not necessarily by honest means. I also established businesses, managed for me by others. Mama advised me greatly in these matters, her intuition over which ventures I should pursue proving to be right time and again. I soon became an extremely wealthy man and provided for Luna and my own family when needed. I also gave generously to abolitionist movements, hoping I would live to see the evil of slavery, which had destroyed so many, come to an end.

So life went on around me and I continued to walk among men.

I tried to forget Luna, and time was supposed to be the great healer, but instead of decreasing the anguish I felt at losing her, the pain deepened as the years wore on. There were other women during those years, but many did not last more than a few months. Perhaps my interest could be captured by beauty, or a seemingly quick mind, but no one could compare to Luna, and I quickly lost interest. Luna was simply unique. There was no one who could ever replace her, so I continued to yearn for her and all I had given up.

In those years my friendship with Mama Akosua deepened. I discovered her refusal to be freed had nothing to do with ill feeling toward me. She had merely not wanted to leave Ebenezer, a little boy on the plantation who had become like a son to her. But she was eventually freed and I had a small house built for her not that far from Luna’s home.

Every Wednesday I arrived at her home and the front door was always left open for me.

“Good evening, Mama Akosua,” I said when I entered.

“Wɔfa Avery, what have I said to you about calling me Mama?” This was an argument we’d had on many occasions. “How can you address someone who is younger than you as Mama? In my culture we must show our elders respect at all times. How can I let you call me Mama?”

“Mama,” I insisted. “Your wisdom has earned you the term. It would not be right for me to call you anything but Mama Akosua.”

She grumbled and scolded, but could not get me to stop calling her Mama. But I sensed it pleased her somehow.

She told me everything there was to tell about herself and Luna, and she no longer bothered to keep her thoughts hidden from me, although I kept her mind shielded from mine as a matter of respect. But occasionally, something slipped through as it did one night when we were playing Awore, a game from her native land.

It had been my turn to play, but I stopped and glanced up at her in consternation.

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