“I won’t forever,” Caroline said sharply. “Just until the twins are
born.” She stood, hands still behind her, and arched her back so that her
stomach protruded more than ever.
“The—twins?” Bonnie was startled into speaking.
“Matt Junior and Mattie. That’s what I’m going to call them.”
Caroline’s gloating smile and impudent eyes were almost too much
for Bonnie to stand. “You can’t do that!” she heard herself shouting.
“Or maybe I’ll call the girl Honey. Matthew and Honey, for their
daddy, Matthew Honeycutt.”
“You can’t do it,” Bonnie shouted, more shrilly. “Especially with
Matt not even For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница here to defend himself—”
“Yes, he did run away very suddenly, didn’t he? The police are
wondering why he had to run. Of course”—Caroline lowered her voice
to a meaningful whisper—“he wasn’t alone. Elena was with him. I
wonder what the two of them do in their spare time?” She giggled, a
high, fatuous giggle.
“Elena isn’t the only person with Matt,” Meredith said, and now
her voice was low and dangerous. “Someone else is, too. Do you
remember an agreement you signed? About not telling anyone about
Elena or bringing publicity around her?”
Caroline blinked slowly, like a lizard For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница. “A long time ago. In a
different lifetime, for me.”
“Caroline, you’re not going to have a lifetime if you break that
oath! Damon would kill you. Or—have you already—?” Meredith
Caroline was still giggling in that childish way, as if she were a
little girl and someone had just told her a naughty joke.
Bonnie felt cold sweat break out all over her body at once. Fine
hairs lifted on her arms.
“What are you hearing, Caroline?” Meredith wet her lips. Bonnie
could see that she was trying to hold Caroline’s eyes, but the
copper-haired girl turned away. “Is it…Shinichi?” Meredith For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница moved
forward suddenly and grasped Caroline’s arms. “You used to see and
hear him when you looked in the mirror. Do you hear him all the time
Bonnie wanted to help Meredith. She did. But she couldn’t have
moved or spoken for anything.
There were—gray threads—in Caroline’s hair. Gray hairs, Bonnie
thought. They shone dully, much lighter than the flaming auburn
Caroline was so proud of. And there were…other hairs that didn’t shine
at all. Bonnie had seen this brindled coloration on dogs; she knew
vaguely that some wolves must look the same. But it was really
something else For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница to see them in your girlfriend’s hair. Especially when
they seemed to bristle and quiver, lifting like the hackles of a dog….
She’s mad. Not angry mad; insane mad, Bonnie realized.
Caroline looked up, not at Meredith, but straight into Bonnie’s
eyes. Bonnie flinched. Caroline was gazing at her as if considering
whether or not Bonnie were dinner or just garbage.
Meredith stepped to stand beside Bonnie. Her fists were clenched.
“Don’t starrre,” Caroline said abruptly, and turned away. Yes, that
was definitely a snarl.
“You really wanted us to see you, didn’t you?” Meredith said
softly. “You’re—flaunting For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница yourself in front of us. But I think that maybe
this is your way of asking for help—”
“Caroline,” Bonnie said suddenly, amazed by a wave of pity that
swamped her, “please try to think. Remember back when you said you
needed a husband? I—” She broke off and swallowed. Who was going
to marry this monster, who a few weeks ago had looked like a normal
“I understood you back then,” Bonnie finished lamely. “But,
honestly, it won’t do any good to keep on saying Matt attacked you! No
one…” She couldn’t bring herself to say For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница the obvious.
No one will believe something like you.
“Oh, I clean up rrrreal prrretty,” Caroline growled and then
giggled. “You’d be surprrrised.”
In her mind’s eye, Bonnie saw the old insolent flash of Caroline’s
emerald gaze, the sly and secretive expression on her face, and the
shimmering of her auburn hair.
“Why pick on Matt?” Meredith demanded. “How did you know he
was attacked by a malach that night? Did Shinichi send it after him just
“Or did Misao?” Bonnie said, remembering that it was the female
of the twin kitsune, the fox spirits, who had spoken the most to Caroline.
“I For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница went out on a date with Matt that night.” Suddenly Caroline’s
voice was a singsong, as if she were reciting poetry—badly. “I didn’t
mind kissing him—he’s so cute. I guess that’s when he got the hickey on
his neck. I guess I might have bitten his lip a little.”
Bonnie opened her mouth, felt Meredith’s restraining hand on her
shoulder, and shut it again.
“But then he just went crazy,” Caroline lilted on. “He attacked me!
I scratched him with my fingernails, all up and down one arm. But Matt
was too strong. Much too strong For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница. And now—”
And now you’re going to have puppies, Bonnie wanted to say, but
Meredith squeezed her shoulder and she stopped herself again. Besides,
Bonnie thought with a sudden twinge of alarm, the babies might look
human, and there might only be twins, as Caroline herself had said. Then
what would they do?
Bonnie knew the way adult minds worked. Even if Caroline
couldn’t dye her hair back to auburn, they would say, look what stress
she’s been under: she’s actually going prematurely gray!
And even if the adults saw Caroline’s bizarre appearance and
strange behavior, as Bonnie and Meredith just For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница had, they would dismiss it
as being due to shock. Oh, poor Caroline, her whole personality has
changed since that day. She’s so frightened of Matt that she hides under
her desk. She won’t wash herself—maybe that’s a common symptom
after what she’s been through.
Besides who knew how long it would take these werewolf babies
to be born? Maybe the malach inside Caroline could control that, make it
seem to be like a normal pregnancy.
And then suddenly Bonnie was snatched away from her own
thoughts to tune into Caroline’s words. Caroline was through growling
for the moment For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница. She sounded almost like the old Caroline, offended and
nasty, as she said, “I just don’t understand why you should take his word
“Because,” Meredith said flatly, “we know both of you. We would
have known if Matt had been dating you—and he wasn’t. And he’s
hardly the kind of guy to just show up at your front door, especially
when you consider how he felt about you.”
“But you’ve already said that this monster that attacked him—”
“Malach, Caroline. Learn the word. You’ve got one inside you!”
Caroline smirked and waved a hand, dismissing this For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница. “You said
these things can possess you and make you do things out of character,
right?” There was a silence. Bonnie thought, if we have said it, we’ve
never said it in front of you.
“Well, what if I admitted that Matt and I weren’t dating? What if I
said that I found him driving around our neighborhood at about five
miles an hour, just looking lost. His sleeve was torn to pieces and his
arm was all chewed up. So I took him inside my house and tried to
bandage his arm—but suddenly he went crazy. And I did try to scratch
him For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница, but the bandages were in the way. I scratched them off him. I even
still have them, all covered in blood. If I told you that, what would you
I’d say that you were using us as a dry run before telling Sheriff
Mossberg, Bonnie thought, chilled. And I’d say that you were right, you
probably can clean up pretty normal looking when you make an effort. If
you’d just stop that childish giggling and get rid of the crafty look, you’d
be even more convincing.
But Meredith was speaking. “Caroline—they’ve got DNA tests for
“Of course I For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница know that!” Caroline looked so indignant that for a
moment she forgot to look sly.
Meredith was staring at her. “That means they can tell if the
bandages you’ve got have Matt’s blood on them or not,” she said. “And
if it flows in the right pattern to match your story.”
“There isn’t any pattern. The bandages are just soaked.” Abruptly,
Caroline strode over to a dresser and opened it, plucking out a length of
what might have originally been athletic bandage. Now it shone reddish
in the faint light.
Looking at the stiff fabric in the ruby light For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница, Bonnie knew two
things. It wasn’t any part of the poultice that Mrs. Flowers had put on
Matt’s arm the morning after he’d been attacked. And it was soaked with
genuine blood, right to the stiff tips of the cloth.
The world seemed to be spinning around. Because even though
Bonnie believed in Matt, this new story scared her. This new story might
even work—provided that no one could find Matt and test his blood.
Even Matt admitted that there was time unaccounted for that
night…time he couldn’t remember.
But that didn’t mean Caroline was telling the truth! Why would
she start For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница out with a lie, and only change it when the facts got in the way?
Caroline’s eyes were the color of a cat’s. Cats play with mice, just
for amusement. Just to see them run.
Matt had run….
Bonnie shook her head. All at once she couldn’t stand this house
any longer. It had somehow settled into her mind, making her accept all
the impossible angles of the distorted walls. She had even grown
accustomed to the awful smell and the red light. But now, with Caroline
holding out a blood-soaked bandage and telling her that it For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница was Matt who
had bled all over it…
“I’m going home,” Bonnie announced suddenly. “And Matt didn’t
do it, and—and I’m never coming back!” Accompanied by the sound of
Caroline’s giggling, she whirled, trying not to look at the nest Caroline
had made under her corner desk. There were empty bottles and
half-empty plates of food piled in there with the clothes. Anything could
be under them—even a malach.
But as Bonnie moved, the room seemed to move with her,
accelerating her spin, until she had gone twice around before she could
put out a foot to stop herself For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница.
“Wait, Bonnie—wait, Caroline,” Meredith said, sounding almost
frantic. Caroline was folding her body like a contortionist, getting back
under the desk. “Caroline, what about Tyler Smallwood? Don’t you care
that he’s the real father of your—your kids? How long were you dating
him before he joined up with Klaus? Where is he now?”
“Forrr all I know he’s dead. You and yourrr friends killed him.”
The snarl was back, but it wasn’t vicious. It was more of a triumphant
purr. “But I don’t miss him, so I hope he stays dead,” Caroline added,
with a muffled giggle. “He wouldn’t For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница marrrry me.”
Bonnie had to get away. She fumbled for the doorknob, found it,
and was blinded. She had spent so long in ruby dimness that the hall
light was like the midday sun on the desert.
“Turrn off the lamp!” Caroline snapped from under the desk. But
as Meredith moved to do it Bonnie heard a surprisingly loud explosion
and saw the red-swathed shade go dark by itself.
And one thing more.
The hallway light swept across Caroline’s room like a beacon as
the door swung shut. Caroline was already tearing at something with her
teeth. Something with the texture of For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница meat, but not cooked meat.
Bonnie jerked back to run and almost knocked over Mrs. Forbes.
The woman was still standing in the hall where she had been when
they went into Caroline’s room. She didn’t even look as if she’d been
listening at the door. She was just standing, staring at nothing.
“I have to show you out,” she said in her soft, gray voice. She
didn’t lift her head to meet Bonnie’s or Meredith’s eyes. “You might get
lost otherwise. I do.”
It was a straight shot to the stairs and down and four steps For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница to the
front door. But as they walked, Meredith didn’t say anything, and
Once outside, Meredith turned to look at Bonnie.
“Well? Is she more possessed by the malach or the werewolf part
of her? Or could you tell anything from her aura?”
Bonnie heard herself laugh, a sound that was like crying.
“Meredith, her aura isn’t human—and I don’t know what to make
of it. And her mother doesn’t seem to have an aura at all. They’re
just—that house is just—”
“Never mind, Bonnie. You don’t have to go there For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница ever again.”
“It’s like…” But Bonnie didn’t know how to explain the fun-house
look of the walls or the way the stairs went down instead of up.
“I think,” she said finally, “that you’d better do some more
research. On things like—like possession of the American kind.”
“You mean like possession by demons?” Meredith shot her a sharp
“Yes. I guess so. Only I don’t know where to start listing what’s
wrong with her.”
“I have a few ideas of my own,” Meredith said quietly. “Like—did
you notice that she never showed us her hands? That For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница was very strange, I
“I know why,” Bonnie whispered, trying not to let the sobbing
laughter out. “It’s because—she doesn’t have fingernails anymore.”
“What did you say?”
“She put her hands around my wrists. I could feel them.”
“Bonnie, you’re not making any sense.”
Bonnie made herself speak. “Caroline has claws now, Meredith.
Real claws. Like a wolf.”
“Or maybe,” Meredith said in a whisper, “like a fox.”
Elena was using all her considerable talents at negotiation to calm Matt
down, encouraging him to order a second and third Belgian waffle;
smiling at him across the table. But For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница it wasn’t much good. Matt was
moving as if he were driven to rush, while at the same time he couldn’t
take his eyes off her.
He’s still imagining Damon swooping down and terrorizing some
young girl, Elena thought helplessly.
Damon wasn’t there when they stepped out of the coffee shop.
Elena saw the frown between Matt’s eyebrows begin and had a
“Why don’t we take the Jag to a used-car dealership? If we’re
going to give up the Jaguar, I want your advice on what we get in
“Yeah, my advice on For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница beat-up, falling-apart heaps has got to be the
best,” Matt said, with a wry smile that said he knew Elena was managing
him, but he didn’t mind.
The single car dealership in the town didn’t look very promising.
But even it was not as depressed-looking as the owner of the lot. Elena
and Matt found him asleep inside a small office building with dirty
windows. Matt tapped gently on the smudged window and eventually
the man started, jerked up in his chair, and angrily waved them away.
But Matt tapped again on the window when the man began to put
his head For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница down once more, and this time the man sat up very slowly,
gave them a look of bitter despair, and came to the door.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
“A trade-in,” Matt said loudly before Elena could say it softly.
“You teenagers have a car to trade,” the little man said darkly. “In
all my twenty years owning this place—”
“Look.” Matt stepped back to reveal the brilliant red Jag shining in
the morning sun like a giant rose on wheels. “A brand-new Jaguar XZR.
Zero to sixty in 3.7 seconds! A 550-horsepower supercharged AJ-V8
GEN III For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница R engine with 6-speed ZF automatic transmission! Adaptive
Dynamics and Active Differential for exceptional traction and handling!
There is no car like the XZR!” Matt finished nose to nose with the little
man, whose mouth had slowly come open as his eyes flickered between
the car and the boy.
“You want to trade that in for something on this lot?” he said,
shocked into frank disbelief. “As if I’d have the cash to—waitaminute!”
he interrupted himself. His eyes stopped flickering and became the eyes
of a poker player. His shoulders came up, but his head didn’t, giving him
the appearance of a For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница vulture.
“Don’t want it,” he said flatly and made as if to go back into the
office. “What do you mean you don’t want it? You were drooling over it a
minute ago!” Matt shouted, but the man had stopped wincing. His
expression didn’t change.
I should have done the talking, Elena thought. I wouldn’t have
gotten into a war from word one—but it’s too late now. She tried to shut
out the male voices and looked at the dilapidated cars on the lot, each
with its own dusty little sign tucked into the windshield: 10 PERCENT
OFF For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница FOR XMAS! EASY CREDIT! CLEAN! GRANNY-OWNED
SPECIAL! NO DOWN-PAYMENT! CHECK IT OUT! She was afraid
she was going to burst into tears at any second.
“No call for a car like that around here,” the owner was saying
expressionlessly. “Who’d buy it?”
“You’re crazy! This car will bring customers flocking in. It’s—it’s
advertising! Better than that purple hippo over there.”
“Not a hippo. S’an elephant.”
“Who can tell, with it half deflated like that?”
With dignity, the owner stalked over to look at the Jag. “Not
brand-new. S’got too many miles on it.”
“It was For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница bought only two weeks ago.”
“So? In a few more weeks, Jaguar will be advertising next year’s
cars.” The owner waved a hand at Elena’s giant rose of a vehicle.
“Yeah. Big car like this, gas guzzler—”
“It’s more energy efficient than a hybrid—!”
“You think people know that? They see it—”
“Look, I could take this car anywhere else—”
“Then take it. On my lot, here and now, that car is barely worth
one car in exchange!”
The new voice came from directly behind Matt and Elena, but the
car dealer’s eyes widened as if For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница he had just seen a ghost.
Elena turned and met Damon’s unfathomable black gaze. He had
his Ray-Bans hooked over his T-shirt and was standing with his hands
behind his back. He was looking hard at the car dealer.
A few moments passed, and then…
“The…silver Prius in the back right corner. Under…under the
awning,” the car dealer said slowly, and with a dazed expression—in
answer to no question that had been asked aloud. “I’ll…take you there,”
he added in a voice to match his expression.
“Take the keys with you. Let the boy For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница test-drive it,” Damon
ordered, and the owner fumbled to show a key ring at his belt, and then
walked slowly away, staring at nothing.
Elena turned to Damon. “One guess. You asked him which was the
best car on his lot.”
“Substitute ‘least disgusting’ and you’d be closer,” Damon said.
He flashed a brilliant smile at her for a tenth of a second, and then turned
“But, Damon, why two cars? I know it’s more fair and all, but
what are we going to do with the second car?”
“Caravan,” Damon said.
“Oh, no.” But even Elena For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница could see the benefits of this—at least
after they held a summit to decide on a rotation schedule between the
cars for Elena. She sighed. “Well—if Matt agrees…”
“Mutt will agree,” Damon said, looking very briefly—very
briefly—as innocent as an angel.
“What have you got behind your back?” Elena said, deciding not to
pursue the question of what Damon intended to do to Matt.
Damon smiled again, but this time it was an odd smile, just a quirk
of one side of his mouth. His eyes said it was nothing much. But his
right hand came out and it was holding the For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница most beautiful rose Elena had
ever seen in her life.
It was the deepest red rose she had ever seen, yet there wasn’t a
hint of purple to it—it was just velvety burgundy, and open at exactly
the moment of full bloom. It looked as if it would be plush to the touch,
and its vivid green stem, with just a few delicate leaves here and there,
was at least eighteen inches long and straight as a ruler.
Elena resolutely put her own hands behind her back. Damon
wasn’t the sentimental type—even when he got on his “Princess of For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница the
Night” soapbox. The rose probably had something to do with their
“Don’t you like it?” Damon said. Elena might be imagining it, but
it almost sounded as if he were disappointed.
“Of course I like it. What’s it for?”
Damon settled back. “It’s for you, Princess,” he said, looking hurt.
“Don’t worry; I didn’t steal it.”
No—he wouldn’t have stolen it. Elena knew exactly how he would
have gotten the rose…but it was so pretty….
As she still made no move to take the rose, Damon lifted it and
allowed the cool, silky-feeling petals to For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница caress her cheek.
It made her shiver. “Stop it, Damon,” she murmured, but she didn’t
seem to be able to step backward.
He didn’t stop. He used the cool, softly rustling petals to outline
the other side of her face. Elena took a deep breath automatically, but
what she smelled was not flowerlike at all. It was the smell of some
dark, dark wine, something ancient and fragrant that had once made her
drunk immediately. Drunk on Black Magic and on her own heady
excitement…just to be with Damon.
But that wasn’t the real me, a small voice in her For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница head protested. I
love Stefan. Damon…I want…I want to…
“Do you want to know why I got this particular rose?” Damon was
saying softly, his voice blending in with her memories. “I got it because
of its name. It’s a Black Magic rose.”
“Yes,” Elena said simply. She’d known that before he said it. It
was the only name that fit.
Now Damon was giving her a rose kiss by swirling the blossom in
a circle on her cheek and then applying pressure. The firmer petals in the
middle pressed into her skin, while the outer petals just brushed For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница it.
Elena was feeling distinctly light-headed. The day was warm and
humid already; how could the rose feel so cool? Now the outermost
petals had moved to trace her lips, and she wanted to say no, but
somehow the word wouldn’t come.
It was as if she had been transported back in time, back to the days
when Damon had first appeared to her, had first claimed her for his own.
When she had almost let him kiss her before she knew his name….
He hadn’t changed his ideas since then. Vaguely, Elena
remembered thinking something like that before. Damon changed For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница other
people while remaining unchanged himself.
But I’ve changed, Elena thought, and suddenly there was
quicksand under her feet. I’ve changed so much since then. Enough to
see things in Damon I’d never imagined could be there. Not just the wild
and angry dark parts, but the gentle parts. The honor and decency that
were trapped like veins of gold inside that stone boulder in his mind.
I have to help him, Elena thought. Somehow, I have to help
him—and the little boy chained outside the boulder.
These thoughts had trickled slowly through her mind while it
seemed separated from her body. She was For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница so involved with them, in fact,
that she somehow lost track of her body, and only now did she realize
how much closer Damon had gotten. Her back was against one of the
sad, sagging cars. And Damon was speaking lightly, but with an
undertone of seriousness.
“A rose for a kiss, then?” he asked. “It is called Black Magic, and I
did come by it honestly. Her name was…it was…”
Damon stopped, and for a moment a look of intense bewilderment
flashed across his face. Then he smiled, but it was the warrior’s smile,
the brilliant one he turned on and off For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница almost before you were sure you
had seen it. Elena sensed trouble. Sure, Damon still didn’t remember
Matt’s name correctly, but she had never known him to forget a girl’s
name when he was really trying to remember. Especially within minutes
of when he must have fed from that girl.
Shinichi again? Elena wondered. Was he still taking Damon’s
memories—only the highlights, of course? The thrills, good or bad?
Elena knew that Damon himself was thinking the same thing. His black
eyes were smoldering. Damon was furious—but there was a certain
vulnerability about his fury.
Without thinking, Elena For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница put her hands on Damon’s forearms. She
ignored the rose, even as he traced the curve of her cheekbone with it.
She tried to speak steadily. “Damon, what are we going to do?”
That was the scene that Matt walked in on. Ran in on, actually. He
came weaving through a maze of cars, and dashed around a white SUV
with one flat tire, shouting, “Hey, you guys, that Prius is…”
And then he stopped dead.
Elena knew what he was seeing: Damon caressing her with the
rose, while she was practically embracing him. She let go of Damon’s
arms, but she couldn’t For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница back away from him because of the car behind
“Matt—” Elena began, and then her voice trailed off. She had been
about to say “This isn’t what it looks like. We’re not in the middle of a
cuddle. I’m not really touching him.” But this was what it looked like.
She cared about Damon; she had been trying to get through to him….
With a small shock, that thought repeated itself with the force of a
shaft of sunlight shooting through an unprotected vampire’s body.
She cared about Damon.
She really did. It was usually For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница difficult being with him because they
were alike in so many ways. Headstrong, each wanting their own way,
She and Damon were alike.
Small shocks were going though Elena, and her entire body felt
weak. She found herself glad to lean against the car behind her, even
though it must be getting dust all over her clothes.
I love Stefan, she thought almost hysterically. He’s the only one I
love. But I need Damon to get to him. And Damon may be falling to
pieces in front of me.
She was looking at Matt all the while, her eyes full of tears For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница that
would not fall. She blinked, but they stubbornly stayed on her lashes.
“Matt…” she whispered.
He said nothing. He didn’t need to. It was all in his expression:
astonishment turning to something Elena had never seen before, not
when he was looking at her.
It was a sort of alienation that shut her out completely, that severed
any bonds between them.
“Matt, no…” But it came out in a whisper.
And then, to her astonishment, Damon spoke.
“You do know it’s all me, don’t you? You can hardly blame a girl
for trying to defend herself.” Elena looked For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница at her hands, which were
shaking now. Damon was going on, “You know it’s all my fault. Elena
That was when Elena realized. Damon was Influencing Matt.
“No!” She took Damon off guard, grabbing him again, shaking
him. “Don’t do it! Not to Matt!”
The black eyes that were turned on hers were definitely not those
of a suitor. Damon had been interrupted in the use of his Power. If it had
been anyone else, they would have ended as a small spot of grease on
“I’m saving you,” Damon said coldly. “Are you refusing me?”
Elena found herself wavering For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница. Maybe, if it was only once, and only
for Matt’s benefit…
Something surged up inside her. It was all she could do not to let
her aura escape completely.
“Never try that on me again,” Elena said. Her voice was quiet but
icy. “Don’t you dare ever try to Influence me! And leave Matt alone!”
Something like approval flickered in the endless darkness of
Damon’s gaze. It was gone before she could be sure she’d seen it. But
when he spoke, he seemed less distant.
“All right,” he said to Matt. “What’s the game plan now? You
Дата добавления: 2015-10-21; просмотров: 3 | Нарушение For my wonderful agent, Elizabeth Harding 4 страница авторских прав