Chapter Eight
After several minutes of gawping idiotically at Caleb, Anneke shook herself. “Come on, you stupid cow,” she scolded herself out loud, “don’t just stand there staring at him—help him! That’s why you’re here, remember?”
She turned and picked up her cup, then hurriedly swallowed half the contents, wincing as the still-slightly-too-hot liquid made her tongue and throat tingle. Feeling fortified by the caffeine boost—whether she actually was or whether it was just in her head didn’t matter—she clambered up onto the surface of the table and settled herself down, cross-legged and facing Caleb, cradling her drink.
As far as she could tell, there had been no further changes to his physical state, so she figured now was the best possible time to get inside his head. Or attempt to, a
