In the end, Yates refused to hypnotize Raymond again.
Seeing that Yates wouldn't budge, Raymond had no choice but to suppress his anxiety and get up from the reclining chair.
"What did you dream about just now?" Yates asked, his expression grave as he watched Raymond.
Raymond didn't answer, but Yates seemed to figure it out anyway. Instead of pressing further, he took a seat across from Raymond and changed the subject with casual small talk.
"By the way, I never asked—what's your relationship with Citrine?" Yates had meant to bring it up the last time, but things had been too hectic.
Now seemed as good a time as any to get to know his patient a little better.
"Citrine?" Raymond picked up on the familiar way Yates referred to her. His gaze suddenly sharpened as he sized Yates up, countering, "And what's your relationship with Citrine?"
"Well, it's definitely closer than yours," Yates shot back with a crooked smile. "We've known each other for years. I'm not just her brother, I'm—" He cut himself off abruptly.
Citrine hated it when he talked about her personal life. If she found out, she'd be furious.
"You're what?" Raymond pressed, frowning in obvious irritation.
"That's classified," Yates replied, clamping a hand over his mouth as if he'd never let the secret slip.
Seeing that Yates had no intention of explaining, Raymond let it drop.
"So, what about you?" Yates asked, leaning forward. "What's your relationship with her?"
Raymond's eyes flashed with pride. "I'm Citrine's biological father."
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