After Fletcher set everything up, he retreated to the adjacent room to avoid contaminating the hypnotherapy chamber with his presence. He watched the situation inside the patient's room through a

surveillance screen.

Trying to suppress his inner turmoil, Stuart lay down and fell asleep.

Quickly, he picked up on a scent that felt familiar, but something about it seemed off.

The girl sat quietly, her gaze glancing at the sleeping man secretly. He was strikingly handsome.

Stuart seemed asleep, hovering in that liminal space between dreaming and waking.

In his dream, it was dark and oppressive. The figures caught a frail cat.

"Come on, beg me. Crawl over here, and we'll let it go."

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped. How did it die just like that?"

Stuart was about to kneel.

The scene shifted.

indifferent voice, he said, "Oops, sorry, I stepped on it

noticed the

it could change her life if the man favored her, freeing

suddenly opened his

and bloodshot as he grabbed the throat of the person

was like a

girl struggled weakly

and doused Stuart with a

for her to

oughta have listened to me and avoided getting close to him. Go home and forget about today.

staggered

realizing he had almost killed

hadn't managed to hurt her. Instead, he nearly

everyone else, radiating a

Stuart

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even fetched Morwenna's used personal care

no, no,

moment, Stuart

The scent that soothed him seemed impossible to

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