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I inhaled deep. “I don’t know how much I weigh right now. The last time I was weighed, it was six months ago.” Anton had a doctor in to examine me. “I’d been ninety-four pounds,” I said.
“Thank you, Rayne. I know that’s hard to say out loud, and it’s even harder to trust a stranger. But I want you to remember that whatever is said in here is completely confidential. Between you and me. Never do I break that trust.”
I wondered whether Rebecca would break it if she knew about the Scars, CWOs, and vampires who shared this world with humans.
Rebecca handed me a journal. “I want you to write in this every day. Feelings, what you did that day, anger, anything you want.” She passed me another booklet. “This one is for our work in here. We will do meal plans and reconstructions using past experiences. We’ll do some imaging, drawing funny stick people. Also, a big part will be role-playing, which is kind of like acting. We need to find that healthy voice.”
I didn’t like the meal planning idea and writing down everything I put in my mouth. Nor did I want to see what I consumed every day. The role-playing was a big time no way; acting in front of a stranger was a terrifying idea. Just thinking about it made my palms sweat.
“This is intense therapy. You will meet me five days a week for two hours. You won’t want to come. You’ll fight me every step of the way until you begin to get healthy again. But I promise you this—I will always be here for you. You can call me day or night.”
Could I do this? Did I want to? Finding the strength to face the demons was harder than living in the shadows. What if I failed at this, too? Could I survive that?
“First, we will find you a safe place,” Rebecca continued. “A place so when you’re scared, panicked, or just need to get away, you can touch a certain part of your body and feel safe.”
There was no such thing as being safe.
Rebecca passed me a basket of crayons. “Draw a picture of a place where you feel safe. It can be anywhere you want, but without other people and judgments. Just someplace you can be alone and feel safe from everything.”
I thought it was silly at first, drawing a picture with crayons, but I took the basket and opened my journal. As I began to draw, a feeling of relief came over me, as if I was immersed in the image that automatically came to mind: a large willow tree with drooping branches that nearly touched the lush, spongy grass. I paused, hand hesitating over the piece of paper, and then I saw it, an old wooden swing with yellow ropes tied to a branch overhead. This was where I felt safe, sitting on a swing with the wind in my hair. I was about to draw a bright sun up in the corner, but then decided I’d prefer to have the rain lightly peppering my skin. Purple and yellow flowers surrounded me like a wall of beauty. This was a place where no one could find me. Not even a Scar.
My eyes filled with tears, as I thought of the one man I wanted to find me, but had chosen to stay away.
I knew the instant he arrived. His enigmatic presence was like a warm wind sifting over my skin the moment he was within a hundred feet of me. It had always been this way, except this time I snuffed out the butterflies rising in my stomach by pinching my thighs as hard as I could.
I took a deep breath before meeting his stark blue eyes. Pure ice.
He stood with an all-encompassing energy that suffocated the air in the small kitchen. “Problem?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from quivering.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on me as he approached with long, even strides. God, did he ever look afraid? Did he ever feel anything? No, he’d made certain of that. I bent to continue emptying the dishwasher when he grabbed my hand.
Heat tore through my body like a lightning bolt. No matter what I did, there was no denying the chemistry between us. Except, he did deny it. I was nothing to him. As if our past failed to exist.
“Why are you here, Tac?” I asked. Shit, my voice raised an octave.
“We need to talk,” Waleron said.
“If this is about us, we’ve talked.” I slipped my hand from his grasp and stepped back. His Ink’s eyes shimmered a bold red before fading back to an intense black.
Waleron’s stone cold expression flashed a grimace for a split second and then returned impassive. “You slept with a vampire and a Wraith. I was in the realm two days ago, and Edan is still raving mad that you used him.”
What did he want to hear? That I was sorry? Because I wasn’t. I did what I had to do, just like Waleron did all the time. “Yeah, so what. You said it wasn’t your concern.”
“Never. Ever. Do anything so reckless again.” Waleron’s voice cut into me like the lash of a crocodile’s tail.
“Oh, but it’s okay for you to do it,” I retorted.
Of course it was. According to rumors, Waleron slept with plenty of woman and frequented the club ‘Whipped.’ His dangerous bad-boy look had them crawling all over themselves to get to him.
I had to hand it to him, at least he had never flaunted the women he slept with. No, Waleron was adamant about his privacy. Even I had no idea where he lived.
“Edan is a Wraith, for Christ’s sake. He’s livid.”
Yeah, the volatile Wraith was probably spitting fire for being used. The God-like Wraiths were on our side, trying to maintain some sort of peace on Earth. They were powerful as shit and, lucky for me, couldn’t live on Earth. Unfortunately, they could bring you to their realm, which sucked when they were pissed.
“Have you ended it with Liam?”
