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"I can't promise a cure tonight. I won't lie to you about what I can and can't do." Elise was quiet for a moment. "How long per session?" "An hour, maybe two. We'll do three sessions over the next several days and assess what the response looks like." "And I have to stay here." "Or I can come to Northern Peak. Whichever is—" "I'll stay." Elise looked at the window. "Less travel. More efficient." A pause. "Less chance of my father seeing me be afraid." Wren heard what was inside that. She did not make it visible or name it—just received it and filed it and let it inform how she moved through the next hour.

A pause. "The cable machine," he repeats slowly. Like he's picturing it. "I've been thinking about it for three weeks," I say. His hand runs warm up my spine. "Book a double session," he replies. End of Arc 17: Ripe

“So… private sessions.” I lifted my head. “What?” “The six-week course.” His smile was soft, sleepy, wicked. “You’re failing the public version spectacularly. I’m going to have to tutor you one-on-one.” I snorted. “You’re expelling me for coming too hard?” “Something like that.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Every Tuesday and Thursday night. My house. No clothes allowed after the first ten minutes.” My whole body flushed. “That’s not how therapy works.”

"You're the best healer in LA. I trust your word." "Three times a week. Forty minutes per session. Come back Monday," Trista said, officially logging the appointment into the terminal. Samantha put on an act, leaning into her "weakness" from the exam. "Miss Holmes, thank you for taking the time." Trista didn't even look up; she completely ignored the performance. Cassian stepped forward, his powerful Alpha aura suddenly filling the office, making the air pressure drop. "Can we do the first session this afternoon?"

Whatever it is, I am grateful to him. He has been taking care of my expenses since I arrived here and now he has added a private college counselor to the list. I found my session with Julia very enlightening. She broke down the process bit by bit and kept assuring me nothing was too impossible to achieve. By the end of our session, I could not help but smile widely. “Thank you.” I stood up. “We are going to have two sessions per week every Wednesday at four,” She announced in a loud tone. Theo made his way into the living room as she also stood up. “Thank you for making time to come here despite your busy schedule.”

She could not put it down, but she definitely could not keep it. "Eden's lessons are every Saturday morning from eight to eleven," Solomon said as he changed the topic. "One hundred and fifty dollars per session. You can choose to be paid after each session or monthly. If she ends up really liking you, we might add more sessions, but we'll talk to you first." Sierra wanted to refuse. The rate was generous, but if Solomon was going to be here every time, the money would barely cover the stress on her heart. Solomon spoke as if he had seen straight through her.

If that wasn't caring, she didn't know what was. The hallway door clicked open, and Cullen stepped back into the living room, wearing a fresh shirt and an expression of completely fabricated innocence. "Are we all sorted out?" he asked, looking between the two of them. Nadia looked at Cullen, then down at her cold tea, and finally blinked at the ceiling, silently praying for patience. "Two hours," she snapped. "Three days a week. We meet in the school library, not here. And if you miss a single session without twenty-four hours notice, the deal is permanently off."

~Julian~ The session was scheduled for two hours. We ran it for five. Nobody mentioned the time. My assistant knocked twice, once at the two-hour mark and once at three and a half, and both times I waved her off without looking up from the whiteboard, and Katia didn't look up either, which told me she was as deep in it as I was and had made the same unconscious decision to let the clock become someone else's problem.

Someone answered, laughing. "May the breasts of Alkimi, the great goddess forbid it!" The first person was irritated at the comments of the second man. Laughing at the man, Giselle consoled, "don't mind him, honey." "........We will gather by 3PM this evening, a few hours from now," Jake announced again. "Man!" Someone said, "The meeting takes place in the executives meeting room!" Jake's voice sounded again in the ears of the occupants sitting in the office.

The smirk disappeared instantly and I asked, “This soon? It hasn’t even been twenty minutes since we started.” “If a session is too long, you get bored. If it’s too short, you end up wanting more,” Dr. Emily winked at me. “Enjoy the rest of your weekend and see you on Tuesday.”