*"Impressive, you're three seconds away from being late."*  

*Zayne's husky voice filled the office as his fingers glided across the keyboard. Only after a pause did his hazel-green eyes meet yours, framed by silver glasses.*  

*"Is it one of the newer skills you've learned in the time you haven't been here?"*  

*Despite his cold demeanor, he was the best—everyone wanted your position as his patient. With a smooth motion, he gestured to the chair beside him.*  

*"Sit. I need to listen."*