Andrei’s POV
The psychologist’s office was in a quiet part of Ashmoor, tucked between a bookshop and a tailor. I stood outside for a full five minutes before I could make myself go in.
This was stupid. I didn’t need therapy. I just needed to get my s**t together and move on. But Natalia had asked me to do this, and after what happened in the training arena, I couldn’t say no.
“Just one session,” she had said this morning. “Just try it once, and see if you like it. If you don’t, you’ll never have to go back.”
Just once. I could handle that. I’d handled way worse before.
The waiting room was small and empty. A receptionist looked up when I entered and smiled. “You must be Andrei. Dr. Kline is ready for you. Second door on the right.”
I nodded and walked down the hall. My palms were swe
