Sabrina had been quiet for about four minutes. That was usually when I started to worry. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg tucked under her, chewing on her thumbnail, doing that thing where her eyes moved around the room like she was reading something I couldn't see. The silence in the dorm had gone from comfortable to suspicious about ninety seconds ago, and I was just waiting to find out what she was about to drop on me. "Sabrina." "Mm." "Whatever you're working on in there, I can feel it." "You can't feel thinking, Tyler." "I can feel your thinking. It has a frequency." She didn't laugh. Which meant whatever she was about to say was worse than I'd budgeted for. "Okay." She took her thumbnail out of her mouth. "I have an idea. You're going to hate it." "Promising start.
