Page 205 of Enthrall Shadows
I wanted to go back to earlier in the month when my life felt simpler, when the ghosts of my past weren’t haunting me.
My head was all over the place.
“May I suggest meditation?” said Cameron.
“Are you trying to rile me up?” I then stared at him incredulously. “You meditate?”
“Yes.”
“I suppose I could try it.” I should be polite, at least.
“How have you been lately?” he asked.
Annoyed.
Frustrated.
Angry.
Besotted.
But I went with, “I want you to see this from my point of view.”
He steepled his fingers.
“Because?” I hated the madness in his method.
“Because the truth hurts?”
I relented and sat opposite him.
“Psychiatrists make me nervous,” I admitted. “When I returned from deployment, I knew anything I mentioned might have me committed.”
“I wouldn’t have allowed that.”
I believed him. “The public never sees what happens out there. They’re not meant to. But it means they can’t really understand.”
“Because your job is to protect them—at your own detriment.” He waved a hand in the air. “Can you get to the point, please? This is super boring.”
“Don’t,” I said.
“Don’t what?”
“Piss me off like that.”
“That emotion,” he said, leaning forward, “tell me about it.”
“An intense urge to say, ‘fuck off.’”
“To me?”
“Obviously.”
“You know what I see?”
I gave a nod. “Fear.”
“Fear.”
