"No, no, no, Vinnie, not that easy." Sibyl shook her head and set her hand on his. Just for something stable. She didn't need water, she didn't need food, she didn't need to be at a party in someone's bedroom after having a fit like that.

Her stressed and panicked look went to him, shaking her head still for another moment. She couldn't slow down the rambling no matter how hard she tried. "I'm an automatic writer. Someone or something, I don't know if it's ghosts or what, just sort of take over my head and I start writing things. Messages. Warnings. I can hear it over and over and over again in my head and it's on some paper Bekka has and this is not good. Something is going to happen."

Okay. Maybe she sounded more than a bit insane.