Bianca fiddled with her fingers before forcing herself to stop and to return to the cake. Lavender's train of thought was making her have gooseflesh creep up her arms. It was scary enough that these nightmares and murders were happening. It was scarier still that the nightmares might have been connected, especially to her vision.
"Maybe there is a pattern, but we don't see it," Bianca said softly. Then she jumped, scattering crumbs, when the kettle suddenly started whistling. She'd nearly forgotten about the water boiling for tea.