I swallowed. My pen felt heavy.
"No need," she called out sweetly. "We're just getting acquainted."
"Dr. Hale," she said. Not a question. Her voice was low, smooth—like whiskey poured over gravel.
I sat across from her, my heart drumming against my ribs. "I'm here to evaluate your mental state for the board." TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...
"I know everyone who comes through that door," she said. "The question is, doctor… why did you ?"
"Relax," she said. "We have nineteen minutes left. Let me tell you how I met the last psychologist."
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She finally lifted her gaze. Her eyes were the color of a storm at sea—gray-green, with something churning underneath. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it didn't reach those eyes.
Or maybe from her.
Sirena never looked away from me.
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I wanted to laugh. I wanted to leave. But my legs wouldn't move.
Not once. Twice.