“Just a tiny bit.

Right here.” And she tapped, gently, the skin just beneath her own nostrils.

I stared at her, and then at Mark, my heart beginning to pound.

Before I could respond, Marcus’s voice came from directly behind me.

“Claire.

Enough.

The girl needs to go to sleep.” And it was his tone that finished the job the watch had started, that turned my unease into something sharp and clear.

Because there was no grief in it.