There was something I needed to say. "Sorry. About before."Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didn't expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never-"You almost gave me a heart attack," he said quietly. "When I saw you, and all that blood . . ." He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach."I'm sorry.""Don't do it again," he said.I swallowed hard. "I won't."Something changed right then, but I didn't know what.
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In this scene from James Patterson's book "School's Out—Forever," the narrator hesitates to apologize to Fang, who is usually reserved and unreadable. The narrator expresses regret for a previous action, and Fang responds with a quiet remark about almost having a heart attack when seeing the blood, indicating concern or shock. Despite the tension, Fang's response is minimal but meaningful, and he instructs the narrator not to repeat whatever caused the distress.
There was something I needed to say. "Sorry. About before."
Fang's distant glance and calm demeanor hide underlying emotion, and when he throws a rock after mentioning the blood, it signifies a mix of concern and perhaps frustration. The narrator feels a shift in the moment, recognizing a change in their relationship or understanding, though unsure of its exact nature.
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