I sat there in my big fancy chair, the one that looked like a throne but was actually just aggressively over-cushioned, and tried to make my brain function.
It wasn't going well.
My legs were crossed, my chin was in my hand, and my blindfolded eyes stared unseeing at the smoke-screens drifting around the room like lazy ghosts on break. Alectra was rambling about something important and responsible and presidential beside me, but I was too busy being attacked.
By feelings.
Very aggressive, confusing feelings.
I pressed a hand over my chest, frowning as if maybe I could scold my own heart into explaining itself."Okay… let's think. Let's think… Belle, think. Let's do the thinking thing."
My heart thumped harder.
"Not like that," I muttered.
The feeling wasn't new, not exactly, but right now it was so loud I couldn't ignore it.
I started listing them out like some kind of emotional accountant:
Situation One:
