“Ready?” Iyo asked his twin sister Issa. He tucked a stray lock of her tawny hair under the scarf to hide it. Today was one of the three days a year Issa had to face the invaders, and they were known for taking what they wanted. “R—” Issa cleared her throat. “Ready.” With her animal-gold eyes lowered and her hair hidden, all traces of the invader who had raped their grandmama during the Conquest of Olendara disappeared and she looked fully Olendaran, brown skin over sharp bones. “I’ll be there,” Deeka, their seven-year-old neighbor said, curling her hand into Issa’s. “And me,” Deego, her twin said. “We’ll take care of…