Chapter Seven
Omesh
Omesh had a sick feeling in his stomach that was only partly due to the horrible sensation of constantly falling. She had told those two hoods she wouldn’t fight, so why was she here now? Because of his uncle?
Two weeks had passed since that day, and no one else had stopped by to threaten him or his uncle. But he hadn’t seen Rabia either, or her vindaloo-loving si fu. One morning he had found a crate full of the things from the list he had given Rabia waiting outside the curry shop door. Just the supplies, no note. He had been looking forward to talking with her again. Omesh didn’t know what had happened to make her just drop out of sight like that.
Now there she was, fighting, her long braid spinning around her like a pink ribbon as she danced out of reach of the m
