I peer over at the door before making it to my bed and dropping down beside him. In spite of my frustration with him, it feels welcoming when he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer.
“It started when I was sent to Nightfall prison. When I was falsely accused of attacking Katie and Lila,” he starts. “It was on the second night I was locked up that a cloaked stranger showed up in my cell—hell knows how he got in. But he grabbed me and bit me. He did something to me—I couldn’t move. It was like I was tied up, but there were no ropes or chains binding me.”
“I know what you’re talking about,” I say. “It happened to me when that vampire got me in the woods. There was a moment I couldn’t move at all.”
“Yes,” he looks at me. “Some type of magic. Anyway, as I was incapacitated, t
