Elena pov:
I pulled back quickly, but Damon didn't let me go. His grip tightened on me, and I could feel the predatory gleam in his eyes. There was something darker in them than usual, something almost… cold.
"Elena?" He asked, his voice smooth, but the sharp edge underneath it told me something was wrong. "What's wrong?"
"I—" I hesitated, trying to find the right words, but all I could focus on was that damn horn.
It had been quick, barely a flicker. He could have hidden it. But it was there. I knew it. The dark, jagged curve of the horn, just barely showing through his hair.
But how could I tell him I had seen it? How could I bring it up without seeming crazy, without him suspecting I was losing my mind?
"Nothing," I finally whispered, forcing a smile as I leaned in to kiss him again. "It's nothing."
