• ELOISE •
I heard voices, talking about several things I couldn't follow.
I opened my eyes and everywhere was dark, except for the small parting between the drapes.
"You know I have tasted control... I knew how it felt when my canines were at her neck. I wish I had marked her right there. If she's willing to accept my blood, don't you think it's possible I could have made her mine that night?"
Damon. He was sitting there, with his legs up, the table covered with parchments. What is he doing here? And that other voice was Drevon's. Why was he being entertained in our chambers?
Damon moved his head, and our eyes locked, a slow smile taking over his lips. I swore I saw a softness in his gaze, too.
"When are you going to tell her the truth? She has every right to know."
"That is none of your concern."
"Keeping secrets now, are you? How exactly did you feel when you found out we were meeting? Imagine how she'd feel when she uncovers your secret."
