against the stone the only thing breaking the silence. She didn't look like an aunt now; she looked like a doctor watching a failing experiment. Her eyes flicked from Evangeline's wide, vacant stare to Silver, who was standing so still he looked like he'd forgotten how to breathe.
"It's the delirium," Jericho said, her voice dropping into that flat, clinical tone she used when things were spiraling. "The stimulant is forcing her brain to fire on all cylinders. She's seeing two worlds at once—the past is leaking into the present. Don't touch her, Silver. Don't even breathe too loud. I'm getting a sedative before she completely loses her grip."
"Fine," Silver managed to choke out. His voice sounded like he'd been swallowing glass. He felt paralyzed, his gaze anchored to Evangeline as if she'd disappear the moment he looked away.
