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"No. I... what are you talking about? Who would..." "Annalise," I said quietly. "The witch we have imprisoned. She's been using you to spy on the pack for years. Through compulsion magic that made you believe you were acting normally when you were actually reporting everything you saw and heard." Sophie's face went white. "No. That's... that's not possible. I would know if someone was controlling me. I would remember—" "That's the nature of sophisticated compulsion," Theron said gently. "It works precisely because the victim doesn't realize they're compromised. Your conscious mind genuinely believes you've been acting of your own free will."

"The child." "He looked at Renn." "Yes," she said. "That would do it." I pressed two fingers to my forehead. "He was going to report the address regardless of what I said. The instruction I gave him will it hold?" "The compulsion to comply is immediate and strong. Whether the follow-through holds over time depends on the individual's will and how directly the compulsion conflicts with their other obligations." She was careful and precise, as though reading from an internal document. "A man operating under a strong pack directive to report back — the compulsion will degrade under that pressure. He may remember fragments. He may report something."

I don't want to go home so these next two weeks I won't sleep or eat until I find a job. Sitting down, I open the laptop. Marcus is on my mind, and last night my fingers begin hitting the keys. Dominant: Is someone having power and influence over others. Synonyms: Presiding, ruling, governing, controlling, commanding, ascendant, supreme, authoritative, most influential, most powerful, superior.

I didn’t know why he was so obsessed with tying me up, but it was getting really old, really fast. I struggled against the bindings but failed to free myself. Suffice is to say, I spent the entire day cursing Troy seven ways to Sunday and back. And I got pretty creative as well. Now I just needed him to get home and I would shower him with every insult that was on standby in my head.

He lets out a low scoff, “I’ve never cared much about protecting anyone, but… I feel like I would die for you.” My eyebrows raise from his declaration and he looks at me and says, “I want to try something out.” “Okay…” I murmur questioningly and Luther says, “Try to compel me.” Adam scoffs, “Why would she do that? It’s a waste of time, no one can compel us. You are an Ambrose, it’s impossible.” Luther snaps, “Then you won’t mind if she tries to, now would you?” Adam rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms and Luther looks back at me eyes and says, “Go ahead, try.”

“What the heck is a compulsion, Levi? Can you enlightened me?” Levi the Envious was quick to jump in his feet. Eager to make up for the momentary lapse of forgetting to tell his benefactor about the tiny weeny tid bits of compulsion. “Compulsion is like a command and a blood oath. It is like a promise of something but it must be sworn with blood.”

Brandon explained "it's like, my mind was screaming at me, telling me to stop, but my body wanted to do what she commanded, it was weird" "Comand?, You commanded him?" Thomas seemed angry "No, I didn't, I didn't mean to, I didn't know we could do that" "That's because we can't" William told me, "we can compel, but only those who are not witches, or those that are beneath us, like, Thomas can compel us, but we cannot compel each other, we can compel others in the coven, but they can't compel us, or anyone else, it depends on your status, this, this is something else, something unseen"

I glance at Jeremy, but he seems amused, and I look away, glaring at the food in front of me. " What are we going to do about her, Nik?" Jeremy asks. "I can compel her to forget," chimes Aurora, a little too happy. What is to compel? I wonder. " No, you did it before, and how long will it take before she sees any of us shift again?" says Kat, looking at Nikolas. They keep talking as if I am not here. What does it mean to compel? "Can you please stop talking as if I am not here? What do you mean she has done it before?" I ask, my voice rasp. They all stop talking as if noticing me there.

The urge to run, to fight, to scream and rip and tear was overwhelming. My stomach lurched. Pain shot through my whole body, and I couldn't move. The scent of alcohol burned my nose. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think, and I remembered. Compulsion. He was trying to use compulsion on me. Fury cam next, bubbling up the way it had then, screeching through me. I blinked away the memory. The world swam in a red haze. Lucas was still glaring at me. I knew there was a chance that I would be sick for weeks the way I had been when my father tried to compel me, but unlike then, I was going to tear Lucas's throat out.

There was no way to get this bitch-ass to get me a blood bag unless I compelled her. "It's not in my power to…" I grabbed her shoulders and poked my head forward. I maintained a strong connection. Hope I will be able to compel her to do as I say and not to open her mouth, not like the other guy that almost broke out of that compulsion. "Hey. Go in there, and get me a blood bag. Anything you need to do. And do not say I told you to do so. Just go," I commanded. She looked me in the eye and nodded, before going off to do as I had told her. Thank goodness the compulsion worked.