Drogo glared at Karen.
Should he raise his voice? No… That's too easy.
Instead, he stood there, staring at her with a kind of restraint that looked more dangerous. His hands were braced against the edge of the desk, shoulders tight, and his jaw locked so firmly that a faint muscle ticked near his temple.
"What," he repeated, quieter now, "do you think you were doing in my session?"
Karen did not uncross her legs. She leaned back slightly, examining him as if he were the one under observation.
"Helping." Her voice was unwavering.
"You were destabilizing a patient."
"She was already destabilized," Karen replied coolly. "I just offered a solution you refuse to consider."
He let out a sharp breath through his nose, something between disbelief and contained fury. "You call telling a fragile teenage girl to reinvent herself survival advice?"
"Yes." The answer came without hesitation.
