"You think I need therapy?" she asked, her voice a mix of defiance and wounded pride. "I think it could be immensely beneficial," I said carefully. "I'm not crazy." "Perfectly sane people go to therapy." She glared at me. "You're telling me you go to therapy?" I smiled. "I did and still do
Charles I nodded. At least she was starting to actually think about the problem rather than hoping anyone else would solve it for her. I'd have to talk to Eason about how best to break her out of the habit of defaulting to anyone else's opinions. She was a brilliant woman who often came up with
“You could say that." "You first?" He snorted. "I brought the liquor. You first." I sighed and told him about my conversation with Grace. He looked into his glass, swirling the liquid around, frowning. When I finished, he let out a long sigh, wiping a hand down his face. “Seems we’re both in
Grace The morning arrived like a veil of fury. The sun was too bright. The bed was hard. The sheets were itchy. I was pissed for reasons I couldn't understand. I woke up with a knot in my stomach, an inexplicable irritation that cast a shadow over my mood. Everything irritated me As I went thr
The sight of Eason outside sent wave after wave crashing over me. I clenched my fists at my sides, and I quickened my pace toward the door. Reaching the front doors, I threw them open with unnecessary force. They squeaked and groaned. The sounds echoed through the empty hallway. As I stormed outside
Grace I hissed before I could stop myself. The pages turned to shreds in my hands. A flicker of surprise crossed Ethan's face. He flinched and took a step back. "What did you just say?" I growled. "Grace?" George started. "What's---" "What did you say?" I growled again. I looked over at him.
Ethan leaned back in his chair. "I see what Eason meant," he said, looking at me. "You're way more uptight than he said." I snarled. "How dare you--" "I'll tell you for the last time," Ethan said. "I don't know much about Alpha Shadow... and honestly, I don't want anything to do with the WSU o
Charles I stepped through the front door with a sigh, the weight of the day clinging to me like a weight chained to my ankles. As I shut the door and hung my coat on the rack, a jolt of energy crackled through the air, raising all the hair on the back of my neck. What the hell was that? It s