Something quivered in Sam’s chest. An unexpected tremor in the muscles around his heart. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise and his skin start to cool.
Strange.
Someone other than Sam – someone more susceptible to emotional responses or more prone to superstition – might have said that it had felt as if someone had walked over his grave.
Which didn’t make sense. Because the session was going well. The group was bonding and interacting. Yes, they were challenging his ideas but there was no denying that they were engaged, wanting to learn more.
Well, apart from the Librarian, maybe. It would be beneficial if Sam could get him more involved.
Which was when Sam turned towards him and – with a queasy spasm in his throat – finally understood that he should have listened to his instincts, after all.