I almost leap away from him. I definitely wasn't expecting that. But once I think about it, that would make sense. The way Britney just obeyed Bryson.
"Did you hypnotize Britney into liking you?" I ask.
"She's just a toy," he shakes his head, "I don't hypnotize people, especially my toys, into liking me. They all fall for my stellar good looks." Bryson grins, showing me a killer bicep.
I laugh. This is almost as hilarious and strangely creepy as when Caleb said he was a werewolf almost immediately after meeting me.
"I thought people couldn't really hypnotize others," I giggle.
Bryson gasps jokingly, "Berenice! Hypnotizing is an art. People practice it all over the world. I just have an extra special gift for it."
He is still grasping my hands tightly, and suddenly I feel the need to escape.
"I'm going to break up with Britney," he says, "someone who I can't hypnotize is much more interesting to me."
He shoots me a wink. "I like not being the controlling one."
