#Chapter106

The Alamo

“Damn!” Snapping her fingers, Tessa shook her head as she placed her hand on Rafik’s arm. “Hold on a minute. I forgot to get something.”

Rafik nodded to her as the clerk asked where they were from and whether they wanted to see his band later. Answering back to him in Russian, Rafik saw the top of Tessa’s head above the aisle as he glanced over his shoulder to check up on her.

Blue, dim light like the pilot on a gas stove ready to ignite at any time always shined over her. Today, however, her aura melted from blue to silver to orange, and Rafik knew...