Chapter 15 Spiritual Control

• "Are you in any kind of trouble...?" Mamila's query jolted him out of his thoughts; he quickly dropped the empty bottle of water and turned to face her, recalling the blood on her forehead earlier...could she truly be hallucinating as she claimed?
• His head went blank while trying to search or answers to the questions hey has" He muttered as memories of the awful moments between him and the gunman flashed through his mind, reminding him that if the gunman had succeeded in firing the pistol, he would have died.
• "Someone attempted to assassinate you." Mamila adds her two cents.