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wanted. Like the slavers do. I didn’t know how to fight—then.”<br />
“Oh, no. You fought and fought. I’ve never seen a human fight so hard. But even when you<br />
fought, you felt the call of my heart to yours. Try to deny that.”<br />
“Damon—why now—all of a sudden…?”<br />
Damon made a move as if to turn away, then turned back. “Because by tomorrow we may<br />
be dead,” he said flatly. “I wanted you to know how I felt about you before I died—or you did.”<br />
“But you haven’t told me a word about how you feel about me. Only about what you<br />
think I feel about you. And I’m sorry that I slapped you the first day I was here, but—”<br />
“You were magnificent,” Damon said outrageously. “Forget it now. As for how I feel—<br />
maybe I’ll get a chance to really show it to you someday.”<br />
Something sparked inside Elena—they were back to fencing with words, as they had<br />
been when they’d first met. “Someday? Sounds convenient. And why not now?”<br />
“Do you mean that?”<br />
“Do I habitually say things I don’t mean?”<br />
She was waiting for some kind of apology, some words spoken as simply and sincerely<br />
as she had been speaking to him. Instead, with the utmost gentleness, and without glancing around to<br />
see if anyone was watching them, Damon cupped Elena’s scarf-bound cheeks with his bare hands,<br />
pulled the scarf just below her lips with his thumbs, and kissed her softly. Softly—but not briefly, and<br />
something in Elena kept whispering to her that of course she had heard his call from the moment she<br />
first saw him, first felt his aura call to her. She hadn’t known that it was an aura then; she hadn’t<br />
believed in auras. She hadn’t believed in vampires. She’d been an ignorant little idiot…<br />
Stefan! A voice like crystal sounded off two notes in her brain, and suddenly she was<br />
able to step back from Damon’s embrace and look at the palanquin again. No sign of motion there.<br />
“I have to go back,” she told Damon brusquely. “I have to know what’s going on with<br />
Bonnie.”<br />
“You mean to see what’s going on with Stefan,” he said. “You needn’t worry. He’s fast<br />
asleep, and so is our little girl.”<br />
Elena tensed. “You Influenced them? Without seeing them?” It was a wild guess, but one<br />
side of Damon’s mouth crooked up, as if congratulating her. “How dare you?” she said.<br />
“To be honest, I don’t know how I dare.” Damon leaned in close again, but Elena turned<br />
her cheek, thinking, Stefan!<br />
He can’t hear you. He’s dreaming about you.<br />
Elena was surprised at her own reaction to that. Damon had caught and held her eyes<br />
again. Something inside her melted in the intensity of his steady black gaze.<br />
“I’m not Influencing you; I give you my word”—in a whisper. “But you can’t deny what<br />
happened between us the last time we were in this dimension.” His breath was on her lips now—and<br />
Elena didn’t turn aside. She trembled.<br />
“Please, Damon. Show some respect. I’m—oh, God! God!”<br />
“Elena? Elena! Elena! What’s wrong?”<br />
Hurts—that was all Elena could think. A terrible agony had lanced through her chest on<br />
the left side. As if she’d been stabbed through the heart. She stifled a scream.<br />
Elena, talk to me! If you can’t send your thoughts, speak!<br />
Through numb lips, Elena said, “Pain—heart attack—”<br />
“You’re too young and healthy for that. Let me check.” Damon was unfastening her top.<br />
Elena let him. She could do nothing for herself, except gasp, “Oh God! It hurts!”