Tristan furrowed his brows, "What?"
There was no humor in Darniel's voice or amusement on his face so Tristan couldn't help but wonder if he was serious or not. "Are you messing with me?"
"I'm not," was Darniel's simple response before driving onto the main road.
Tristan couldn't believe his words, "Y-You...what?"
"You're not special, Tristan," Darniel started. "You can't be hypnotized because you're already under the control of another hypnosis master."
Tristan's eyes widened as he asked for the second time, "Are you seriously not messing with me?"
Darniel rolled his eyes, "I'm not messing with you."
Tristan sat upright in his seat with his back straight as he stared ahead. With his mouth agape, he reminisced on their past memories and many exploits, but he couldn't help but wonder if he actually wanted to do any of the things Darniel made him do all those years.
