Flynn cleared his throat. “Well, it’s amazing, the quality of
products these days, especially if you have the money the people here have.”
“They wore the woman completely out.” I stood away from the door so that Flynn could look through.
He peeked and then turned back to me. Those piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate my soul.
“Serena. You will remember nothing of what you saw here. Nothing further than being downstairs and us talking on the couch. In a moment I will escort you back to the hotel. The fact you thought you saw fangs will be gone from your mind.”
It was like he was trying to hypnotize me, but I guessed it was a warning that what went down in the house stayed in the house.
“I understand.” I said.
“Wait downstairs.”
I turned toward the stairs.
But now my thoughts bombarded me further. Once a journalist, always a journalist. Why did I have to forget? There was nothing wrong with fantasy role play. What were they hiding?
Flynn met me back in the living room after a few minutes.
“How are they all?”
“All asleep wrapped up together like babies. Sometimes I get sick of watching out for them, you know? They take no responsibility for their actions.”
“It was only a little harmless role play.”
Flynn's eyes widened. “Pardon?”
“The vamp thing. Looked quite hot actually. You should have seen how she came when they fake bit her. Now I know you said not to say anything, to forget about it, so I’ll not mention it again, but don’t be too hard on them. She wasn’t complaining.”
He stared at me again, but strangely, like I’d just spoken in a foreign language.
“Let’s get you home.” He said.
Chapter Eleven
Flynn
It was the morning after the night before and like we’d agreed we’d called a meeting to discuss our ‘situation’. Now we were also discussing Smith and Jayden’s behavior.
“The press expect a story on us having parties and hot sex.” Smith said. “I don’t see the big deal. You compelled Serena, so she doesn’t know what she saw. So problem solved.”
“Except I don’t think it took.”
That stopped him. I’d never seen Smith mute before, but he looked at me like I’d shot him with a stun gun.
“What do you mean, ‘you don’t think it took’?”
“I compelled her, sent her downstairs and then afterward she carried on talking about everything she saw. Like I’d never done it.”
“Did you try it again?”
“No, because she’s under the impression it’s some kind of role play game and your teeth and the blood are false. So I left it. Maybe if you go see her it will work better coming from you, seeing as you were the one who did something she needs to forget.”
“Anyone can compel. You know that.” Carter said, slow and measured.
“Yeah, well, I’m gonna call my mom today and see what she knows about failure to compel.”