Chapter thirteen
TessaBetter to die of thirst than drink from a poisoned stream.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
Tessa said good-bye to Jane at her apartment, and once again refused her offer of hospitality. “I will be fine. All I want to do is go back to Seadrift and sleep for a week.”
Jane gazed at her worriedly. “I still think you should have let Jakob keep the mirror. What’s the big deal with it, anyway?”
Tessa’s mouth set stubbornly. “It belonged to Suvi and I don’t want to part with it. And I just can’t deal with Jakob — he is totally unpredictable.”
“I thought he was all right. A little rough around the edges maybe, but a nice guy underneath it all.”
Tessa raised an inquiring brow. “Oh really, Dr. Piper?” Jane blushed and fumbled for her key
