“I need your help with an experiment. Try to compel Jack.”
I didn’t like the way his face lit up at the prospect, and I especially didn’t like that he looked at me like a dog that had just been given permission to eat the cat. “To do what?”
“Something he’d object to.”
“Nicolae!”
Mason set his eyes on me, smirking. “Get down on your knees.”
“Go to hell,” I growled. I could feel the push to obey, but after resisting compulsion so recently, it came a bit easier.