Again.
A familiar sensation overtook me, like my brain had just short-circuited and lost complete connection to the world. I’d felt it once before, back when Clyde had first let it slip about lycanthropes. And now, as I stared blankly back at Vanessa for some sort of explanation for that left-field comment, I got the subtle feeling that she, too, realized something irreversible happened.
“Wh-what?” she finally barked out, breaking the mounting, silent tension building between us. “Stop looking at me like that, Harvey.”
“Wh--you mean like someone’s who’s just completely lost the thread of a conversation?” I asked incredulously.
Vanessa continues to stare at me, eyes flickering frantically, as if searching for some sign, some tell, that I’m not being serious. She then took a step tow
