Elise's pov
“What are you even doing, Elsie?!” I whisper yelled at myself as I parked my car.
For the first time in my life I was at the club… for a man.
Oh my God.
And I even followed his request and wore red. I looked down at the red dress which clung to my body in ways that made me feel both confident and shy.
I tugged at the hem for the hundredth time that night, silently cursing Sebastian for making me wear it as I got out of the car and walked towards the entrance before I could talk myself out of it.
Against my better judgment, I’d followed his suggestion—no, his command—because no man had ever spoken to me the way he did. Through nothing more than a simple text, he had compelled me and I couldn't say no.
It felt like a scene from the original when Klaus used his compulsion o
