Morning light streamed through the windows as I paced Harrison Thorne's study, arms crossed and mind made up. I'd arranged this meeting carefully—gathering allies who might understand what was at stake.
"Thank you all for coming," I said, facing the three powerful men before me: Harrison Thorne in his wheelchair by the fireplace; King Gareth Solstice, tall and imposing by the window; and Finnian, my personal guard, standing uncomfortably near the door.
Harrison's eyes, so like Kaelen's, watched me with concern. "Seraphina, you said this was urgent. What's this about?"
I took a deep breath. "I need your help continuing my hypnosis sessions."
The tension in the room thickened immediately.
"My son explicitly forbade that," Harrison said carefully.
