He grips my arm, making me stop, and I almost groan. Was that some bullshit trick?
“About this morning… It never happened, okay?” Tobias says, and my brows furrowed in confusion. Pretty sure it did, but why did he seem so nervous?
“Yeah, whatever,” I tell him. I am about to stomp off and try to find my next class, so I'm not late. There is no way I’m going in that mess hall, and I will just wait until dinner.
Tobias grabs my arm with a growl and yanks me back. “Say it didn’t happen,” Tobias snaps. His behavior just keeps getting odder. His grip tightens when realization dawns on me. He must be forbidden to feed on me, and Darius would be the one and only person Tobias fears.
“Why not compel me to forget?” I ask, and he tugs at the neckline of his shirt.
“Forget it,” he says, stalki
