The Triangle of Trust

He calls it protection when he overrides my choices; I call it captivity in Kevlar. Seconds after a frequency pulse rocks the Giza conference, he drags me clear of a collapsing truss—shield first, apology never. He says someone weaponized that frequency. Highjacked people’s willpower. I already knew that. “I’m Dr. Aria Vale. I diagnose minds.” What he doesn’t know: I’ve spent years proving willpower can’t be controlled by force. But the pulse syncs with my breath.