Dr. Reed, instead of answering, watched me. “You still can’t talk about the past; but you’re not afraid of spirits anymore?”
I blinked at her confused, and Julian’s hand fell away.
I had never been afraid of spirits, per say. It was only certain ones that pulled fear from me. Spirits—if you ignored them—wouldgenerallyleave me alone.
Why in the world would she think this? “That’s not what scares me. I’ve never been afraid of ghosts.”
She visibly jerked, a look of complete astonishment passing over her expression. “But…” Her flipped through the pile of papers in her lap. “But…”
“Will you please explain to me what is going on?” Julian arm’s stiffened around me as his patience reached an end. “You’ve put her on medication because youthoughtshe was afraid of spirits?”
“Not entirely.” Dr. Reed’s lips pursed as she scanned her notes. “But it was one of the reasons.”
Julian’s eyes narrowed. “And what else?”
She closed the folder and stood. “I’ve got to look something up. Considering what you’ve told me, I don’t think we should put you on a full dosage. But really, it all comes down to what your parents believe to be best.”
“You can’t let them medicate her against her will!” Julian held me closer to him. “What are you researching? Why are you even medicating her?” He asked the same questions that had been racing through my own mind.
Dr. Reed paused, studying him. For a moment, I thought she wouldn’t answer.
“I might need you later, Julian. But first, there are a few things I need to follow up on.” Her gaze traveled between the two of us. “Just stay the course.”
And with that, she left the room, leaving Julian and me alone.
Julian held me to him, his expression severe. Slowly, dread began to fill the emptiness.
My parents had full control over my medical decisions. It didn’t matter that I was eighteen. My life wasn’t mine.
They could force me to take the medication again. They could force me to stay here.
And I still didn’t even understandwhyI was here.
Dr. Reed seemed to be sympathetic. She’d found a way for me not to be alone, at least. But what if she couldn’t stop them? Could they override her suggestions? I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t even known that my parents hadthatmuch control over me.
My entire life was spiraling, and I had no say in the matter. I couldn’t make my own decisions.
“Bianca.” Julian brushed his cheek against mine. “Are you all right, dearest?”
I wondered about the answer to his question myself. The truth was, I didn’t know.
Everything was different. Not even a week ago, I knew nothing other than what Finn and my parents told me. And now, a whole new world existed.
A world that, from what I was beginning to suspect, didn’t want me in it.
What other reason would this be happening to me? Damen said that the elders wouldn’t accept me. And for some reason, my parents were working very hard to keep me unnoticed.
But why? Was I that terrible of a person?
I had killed people, so I was dangerous. But the others were allowed to live in peace.
What made me any different?
Chapter Two
Julian
Change