“Will Sierra be alright?” I said, rapping my fingertips on my knees. “Maybe you should drop me at her apartment.”
“Sierra is fine.” Tristan’s eyes flashed with something as he spoke, “she is down with flu and that will keep her confined to her house.”
My eyebrows furrowed. Sierra wasn’t the kind of person to get ill often. Even if she did, she wouldn’t stay back home. “Did you, by any chance have something to do with her being sick?”
“Hmm…” Tristan grunted. “Alistair compelled her into thinking that she is ill…”
Shifting in my seat, I averted my gaze; unsure whether to feel relieved or worried about this piece of news. Holding my forehead with my hand, I watched the street lights fly past. The kind of powers Alistair possessed were a bit too much to digest; mind reading, compulsion
