Silas was agitated. No, that wasn’t quite the word; something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite figure out what. Maybe it was the way the tag on the back of his sweater was rubbing against his neck, or how he could feel the outline of his sock rubbing his toe in just a way that it made him want to take everything off and stand naked in the house, or maybe it was the heat, with winter fast approaching the central heating was on a lot more often these days, and the heat was overbearing. But there was something. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“What?” Silas asked, whirling around to see Ghost standing behind him, an unimpressed look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest, as he looked up at him.
“I said what’s wrong with you? You’ve been standi
