CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE – DANGER FOLLOWS

Her heart pounding, Jasmine turned to leave, trying to move as naturally as possible. But in her haste, she bumped into a nearby fruit stand, sending several apples tumbling to the ground. "Lo siento," she mumbled, quickly bending to help the vendor retrieve the fallen fruit. As she straightened, her eyes met those of one of the men from the group. His gaze sharpened, a flicker of interest – or was it recognition? – passing over his features. Panic surged through Jasmine. Had he recognized her? Did he know who she was? She couldn't take that chance. Abandoning her shopping, Jasmine hurried out of the market, fighting the urge to break into a run. She could feel eyes on her back as she wove through the crowded streets, taking a circuitous route back to Raquel's house in case she was being followed. By the time she burst through the front door, Jasmine was breathless and trembling. Raquel looked up from her sewing, her eyebrows knitting in concern. "What happened?" she demanded, tak