Snippet On "Ayanda: Destiny Child" A single thought crossed his mind: Let them wait. Let them feel safe. Their mistake will be their undoing. In the mansion, Gbadebo leaned back in his chair, swirling whisky in a crystal glass. A storm was coming. Not a storm he could control. Not yet. But the winds were bending toward him. And somewhere, in a darkened street, Ayàndá smiled quietly to himself. He had arrived in the city. Not as a boy. Not as prey. As a shadow no one could anticipate. [pemisire] [starlight]