Chapter Nineteen
Omesh
It could only be Teresa. She had the same almond-shaped eyes, even the same makeup that gave her an Egyptian look. Her skin was darker and her hair was short and naturally black, but there was the same mischief in her hint of a grin.
“Is Rabia here?” he asked at last.
“Will be soon. She’s heading down right now. Mightily pissed off about something, to judge by the security footage,” Teresa said. “Do you guys want some tea?”
“There’s a bomb,” Tak said. “We need to contact someone in security. Someone who can defuse a bomb.”
“A bomb in the core,” Teresa guessed, frowning. “Man, I hate it when I’m right about security failures.”
Omesh began, “Can you—”
But she held up a hand to stop him from talking and her pupils contracted to pinpoints. It happened rapidly, st
