“What does it mean to imprint?” I ask, taking a cautious bite of my pizza.
Three sets of eyes immediately swivel toward me. Nate is the first to speak, his cheeks bulging with a massive mouthful of crust. “You’ve been to the library, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I saw it in a book,” I lie, feeling a guilty heat crawl up my neck. “But I didn’t have time to dig into it. There was way too much information to process.”
“Makes sense. You’ve got a steep learning curve ahead of you,” Nate says, swallowing. “To answer your question—”
“I wish some hottie would imprint on me,” Celeste interrupts, leaning back with a wistful sigh. “It’s every girl’s dream. If a guy imprints on you, he’ll do anything for you. He’d literally protect you with his life.”
“Unlike the losers in this place,” Ariah mutters betw
