I could see Cherish’s expression change from anger and irritation to wide-eyed horror.
Welcome to Brockton Bay, Cherish. Your secrets are not safe here.
And now three of your intended victims have heard one of them.
Better play up their disbelief, if you can do that without them noticing.
Jack pinched the bridge of his nose, looking down, and I could just barely hear him mutter the word, “Disappointing.”
“Ugh… Seriously, that’s all you had?”
“It was probably her plan from the start,” Tattletale said. “She-”
All at once, Tattletale stopped talking, and I was blind.
Uh
What’s happening
There’s no one in the immediate vicinity who could have just triggered, so it’s probably not another Dandelion vision.
Is it Trickster, coming up the stairs and teleporting Skitter to safety? Except that would be unsafe for everyone else if Trickster didn’t act very quickly.
In that same instant, something slapped against the fabric of my mask. Wet.
Oh, alright, so she was wearing the mask. Good.
Wet, you say? Hmm…
That could be literally anything in Brockton Bay. :p
I could taste it against the fabric of my mask. Salty-sweet, with a faint metallic taste.
That doesn’t sound very good.
Could Taylor have passed out or something, and is now getting slapped awake with a wet, metallic glove? I don’t know, this seems a bit too abrupt for that, both in passing out and in waking up.
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