"I didn't know where you'd gone, or when you were coming back." "It's just that - I was worried about you," she managed. No matter what, I won't let them fight over me, she thought. Her throat felt burned and swollen, and she wanted to let all the words inside pour out.īut she couldn't. If she was ever going to tell him, it should be now. He put his arms around her, not trying to force her up again. He was trying to look into her face, but she bowed her head, pressing it into his shoulder. In spite of all her efforts, a tear fell, dripping onto the long green leaves. Oh, Stefan, if you only knew, Elena thought. But the vervain should prevent that." Stefan sounded tired, but satisfied with himself. He could influence you to come out of the house, say, or to let him in. "Asleep?" she said, afraid that this time her voice was not as steady. Tears filled Elena's eyes, and she looked down to hide them, gazing at the long slender stems with the dried remains of tiny lilac flowers at the very tips. He can use the power of his mind even from a distance, and he can do it whether you're awake or asleep." And that's one of the things Damon might try. "You said it helps keep your mind clear even when someone is using Power to influence it." Elena was proud of how steady her voice was. "You remember what I told you about it?" he said. Aunt Judith, Bonnie, and Margaret were still upstairs asleep, but Stefan kept his voice low just the same. He'd flopped there after eating three bowls of cereal. Through the open doorway, Matt could be seen stretched out on the family room sofa, snoring gently. He and Elena were sitting at the kitchen table. "It's vervain," said Stefan, some time later. "You'd better come inside," she said at last, bewildered. Stefan's face was pale and drawn Matt's was puffy with tiredness, with bloodshot eyes. Then at Matt, who was emerging from the other side of the car. "Flowers?" She pulled back to look at what he was carrying then, she looked at his face. "Hey," he said, returning the hug gently.
She wasn't usually so demonstrative in public. He swayed backward with the force of her impact, and she could feel his surprise. She flung herself upon him before he could even shut the car door. "Stefan!" She had never been so glad to see anyone in her life. Outside, the quince branches squeaked against the glass, but nothing else moved until dawn. She lay beside Bonnie's softly breathing form, staring toward her bedroom window, watching. McCullough drove her and Bonnie to the Gilbert house, where, feeling like burglars, they unlocked the door and crept inside without waking anyone up.Įven here, Elena couldn't sleep. The McCulloughs thought she was hysterical, that she was overreacting, possibly that she was having a nervous breakdown.
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