“So you think you’re a fool, right?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

She nodded along with me. “You thought right.” I glared at her, but she was too busy looking at her chart to notice—or she noticed, and she was just ignoring me. Then she sighed, rubbing her temple. “You’re helpless, Belladonna.”

I folded my arms, putting on a front, but that stung true. “Ouch.”

“I honestly don't know what to do with you anymore. Your self-destructive behavior will be your ruin. Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Early this year, it was alcohol and sex, but right now it’s… it’s…” She sighed again, and I suddenly felt I was...