exactly help them blend in. Of course, how much blending in could a six-foot-five bundle of pure danger do, anyway?
Teresa kept pace with Rune and smiled at a couple of old women sitting on worn plastic chairs outside a house that looked as if it had occupied that spot since the beginning of time. Neither of the women smiled back, their wrinkled faces blank except for the curiosity in their eyes.
Teresa couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. This wasn’t the time to ask Rune about it, though. She simply followed him into the store when they found it. Chico flew off to take up a perch on an overhead beam, but she didn’t try to coax him down. She’d get him when they were ready to leave. The important thing now was to take care of business and get gone again. The front door shrieked, wood on wood, as they opened it and the sound was like that of a tormented soul.
She stepped inside and the radio crackled and hissed, reception interrupted by her innate, electrically fueled magic. She moved past the counter quickly and the radio played on.
Another shiver wracked Teresa’s body as she caught the eye of a fiftyish man seated on a rickety chair behind a wood plank counter. She gave him a smile, but he only stared at her, much as the old women had. She wondered if all strangers were treated this way or if word had already gotten out about an escaped witch and her bodyguard.
Now that was a scary thought, so she pushed it away and helped Rune gather what they needed. Fast.
There were shelves filled with dry goods, canned food and bags of chips and pretzels. A refrigerator held bottles of water, beer and soda. The bright, shiny music they’d heard in the desert piped from the radio behind the counter.
The man behind the counter was smoking a cigar and watching a small television set on mute. The program looked like a telenovela, a Spanish soap opera. Teresa recognized it because her grandmother watched the same program religiously. The picture rolled and danced when she got too close, so she kept her distance.
“Señor,” she said as Rune walked past her to gather up water, canned beans and whatever else he came across. It distracted her for a second and she wondered just how much he could carry while using his powers to transport them. But she shook her head and focused on the older man looking at her. “Señor, tiene usted candelero?”
“Sí.” He looked her up and down, then pointed to the far aisle. “Candles are in the back.”
Teresa grinned at the unexpected use of English. As much time as she had spent in Mexico with her grandmother, her Spanish was still lacking. Her training had focused mainly on spells, the history of witchcraft and preparing for her destiny. Not a lot of time for language lessons.
“Gracias.”
Shooting a quick look at Rune, she hurried down the aisle and smiled at a boy trying to choose a candy bar. His brow was furrowed with indecision as he studied row after row of goodies and she envied him the simplicity of his life. But she didn’t have time to curse the fates or to wish that things were different for her. Life was what it was and now it was up to her to do what had to be done.
The old man called out to the boy and he ran to the counter for a whispered conversation. Teresa frowned as she watched, trying to pick out a word or two, but the old man finished in a hurry and a moment later the child was racing from the store, letting the door screech and slam shut in his wake.
She looked over the shelves, dismissing the tall glass votives covered with pictures of the saints or Our Lady of Guadalupe. These were meant for devotions, she knew, for asking indulgences from heaven. Seemed wrong to her somehow to use those for spellwork. For a moment, Teresa went still and thought about buying one of the tall candles for Elena. But if ever there was a person whose soul needed no help in getting into heaven, it was Elena Vargas.
Blinking back a sudden sheen of tears that blurred her vision, she grabbed a box of plain white votive candles. They were probably for emergency use, for when the power went out. Well, she hadn’t really expected to find colored tapers here and she would make