The presence that was normally so still and calm before suddenly was a bundle of agitation. Tess waited for it to settle but if anything the precious seconds that ticked by only made it worse.
“Okay…” she said aloud, wincing at the sound of her voice because there she was, speaking to no one in particular. Speaking to her headcase, she corrected herself. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “So that bitch is crazy.” That felt like an understatement of the year, what with her black widow ways and thoughts of baby killing.
I think I might know her the voice said, a touch of uncertainty with an angry tremor edging the words.