Page 43 of Disturbed Lucidity

I growled.

The room fell into a hushed silence. Everyone stiffened in anticipation, while I, in stark contrast, locked eyes on her, observing the intense standoff between her and one of the smartest men I knew.

Logic never took his eyes off hers when he said, “Did I ever tell you I’m a licensed psychotherapist, Ivy? I have specialties in several fields. I am very good at what I do. My primary job is to listen, to watch, to give advice, and help. If you will let me, I would like to help you, Ivy, but you must talk to me. Tell me the truth.”

“What truth?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled. “What fucking truth?”

The experience of witnessing Logic engage in a meticulous and deliberate conversation with Ivy was quite peculiar. Though I had previously observed him demonstrate his skills countless times, there was something unique about this particular instance. Displaying a calculated and cautious approach, he methodically selected his words carefully. Seemingly aware of the need to avoid upsetting the woman, who was giving him a piercing gaze filled with fury and sexual desire.

“Ivy, I asked you a question.”

“Ivy’s not here.”

I couldn’t help but notice the drastic transformation in the woman I knew, who was always cheerful, albeit a tad snarky for my taste and constantly laughed with my brothers. Her voice and entire presence in the room seemed to shift, causing the air to feel heavy and tense. The woman exuded a dangerous and deadly appearance.

“Who am I speaking with right now?”

“Let her go.”

“I can’t do that. I only want to help. Is Ivy in danger?”

“She’s been in danger since she was born.”

“Who is she in danger from?”

Ivy slowly shook her head, saying nothing.

“Can you tell me who diagnosed her illness?”

Ivy narrowed her eyes. “She’s not sick.”

“I agree with you. She’s not sick, just like I know you want to keep her safe. Can you tell me if she will remember this conversation?”

Ivy growled before slowly shaking her head.

“So, you keep everything from her.”

The woman shook her head again.

Logic sighed. “Please tell me your name.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to help. I can make sure Ivy has her medication. I can call her in a new prescription right now and have one of my brothers go pick it up. It can be here in thirty minutes. I only want to help.”

“She needs her savior.”

“Her savior?”

“Her savior will protect her.”

Logic frowned before carefully saying, “If I promise to look for her savior, will you let Ivy come back?”

“Only you.”

“Only me.”

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