"Maybe you're just a paranoid schizophrenic," she said.

Yeah, she knew the hum he referenced. That wasn't the word Rhiannon would've used to describe it, but that didn't make it less valid. What had Julianna called it? A pull? Rhiannon just experienced a sense of certainty. It was all the same.

"You do hallucinate." She touched the hood ornament and remembered how it felt gouging a hole in her thigh.

I'm fucking with you, she thought. Her eyebrow hitched as she looked at him.