‘Look, there’s been a mistake,’ she said. Uritu and Sapallu jerked back, as if they hadn’t expected such a human voice.
‘You understand us, spirit?’ asked Sapallu, her eyes wide.
‘Yes. I speak Quechua. My Dad taught me. Look, I’m not a spirit. I got lost, that’s all. I was separated from my tour group. Now I need to get back.’
Sapallu and Uritu exchanged looks of confusion.
‘I’m not a spirit.’ Now that she was speaking, she felt more in control, more assertive. She would just have to sort things out, clear up the misunderstanding. No one was going to kill anyone.
‘Careful Sapallu,’ Uritu’s eyes were narrowing in suspicion. ‘The spirits can play tricks.’
‘Well, it was nice meeting you,’ Teya started edging toward the doorway. ‘But I really have to get going. My boyfriend will be calli
