He paused. “Also, Lou hasn’t blinked in half an hour.” I frowned. “What?” “She hasn’t blinked,” he repeated, dropping to the ground beside Coco and lifting a hand to her nape. His fingers kneaded gently. “Not once. She’s spent the last thirty minutes staring at the stained glass in silence. It’s unsavory. She even managed to frighten the priest away.” Unease pricked my stomach. “You timed her blinks?” “You haven’t?”
