Chapter seventeen
TessaWhen the Beautiful One comes, the winged warrior must fight with his eyes closed.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
A shrill noise woke Tessa. She groaned and tried to extricate herself from Jakob’s arms. “What is it?” he mumbled, and pulled the quilt over his head.
“My phone. Let me up. I need to see who it is.”
The phone beeped again, insistently. Tessa groaned when she saw the clock on the wall — 6am. She struggled upright, stole one of the blankets wrapped around Jakob, and tottered over to the table.
“Jesus. It’s Jane. I had better call her back.” Tessa hit redial and waited.
“Dr. Piper.”
“Jane? What is it? What’s happened?”
Jane’s voice sounded strained. “You had better come down here. Right now.”
“Where’s here?”
“St.
