Chapter seven
TessaThe arrow of the soul always flies straight and true.
Powwaw Speak: Shamanic Wisdom of the Irrakish, Theodore Black, PhD
The Polys hadn’t trashed the house, as she had feared they might, but standing inside gave her such a feeling of creeping horror that Tessa decided she couldn’t defy Jakob’s instructions and stay. She found an overnight bag and stuffed it with jeans and t-shirts, wondering how long she would have to be away. As she dug in her underwear drawer, her hand brushed against the mirror. She drew it from its hiding place and studied the cracked reflection. Why had Suvi hidden it? Had she known about the Polys?
Tessa brushed the broken window glass off the bed and sat down, then picked up the black and white photo of her grandmother that lived on her nights
