Spell's Bells (Spellbound Paranormal Cozy Mystery Book 3) by Annabel Chase

Author:Annabel Chase [Chase, Annabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Red Palm Press LLC
Published: 2017-02-14T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

My morning was devoted to preparing Thom’s testimony for trial. Although he was clear and consistent in his responses, I wanted him to practice toning down his anger. He wasn’t yelling or slamming his fist on the table. Rather, it was a quiet, simmering anger that I felt every time he spoke.

“Do I really sound angry?” Thom asked, after a third attempt at answering my practice question. “I don’t hear it.”

“I don’t hear it either. I feel it,” I said. “You have unexpressed emotions, I think, and it’s coming through in your testimony.”

“Well, I should be angry, right?” He crossed his arms. “I mean, I’m on trial because my ex framed me. Doesn’t it make sense to be mad?”

“No one likes an angry person,” I said. “It makes others uncomfortable. We don’t want the judge to have a negative impression of you.”

He gnawed at his fingernails. “I’ve been doing a lot more work lately, trying to channel my…whatever. I even made a T-Rex skeleton out of wood. How cool is that?”

I came out from behind the desk to sit beside him. “Thom, it’s perfectly okay to have feelings and express them. I think it’s great that you’re using carpentry to channel your emotions. It’s healthy.” At least that’s what Lady Weatherby’s psychology class taught me.

“Then why do I sound angry now?” he asked. “It must not be helping.”

“You’re still hurting,” I said. “You’re not over Lara and now you have to face her all over again because of the trial.” I gave his arm a sympathetic squeeze. “Maybe when you give your answers, focus on the positive feelings you once had toward her. That might take the edge off.”

He nodded, understanding. “She’ll be there, won’t she?”

“Yes,” I said. “She’ll be testifying, too.”

“I don’t want her to hear the hurt and anger in my voice,” he said firmly. “Let’s try it again.”

I resumed my position behind the desk and did my best impression of the prosecuting attorney.

“Now you sound angry,” Thom said, smiling.

“I was going for pompous.”

He scrutinized me. “Hmm. I think you’re going to have to work on that.”

Thom laughed again and I felt his anger slowly dissipating. Working through emotions was more often a marathon than a sprint, but I knew he’d get there in the end. With any luck, we all would.

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