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true green of his eyes because of the olive light. “You wait. Just wait and watch. I’ll find a Wings<br />
power that will dissolve this—this—damned abomination.” She could think of many other words to<br />
call the stake, but she had to stay in some sort of control.<br />
“Elena.” Stefan whispered her name as if he could barely get it out. Even in the twilight<br />
she could see the tears on his cheeks. He continued, nonverbally, Elena, look at his closed eyes. This<br />
Tree is a vicious killer, with wood like nothing I’ve ever seen, but I’ve heard about it. It’s…it’s<br />
spreading. Inside him.<br />
“Inside him?” Elena repeated stupidly.<br />
Along his arteries and veins—and his nerves—everything connected to his heart. He’s<br />
—oh, God, Elena, just look at his eyes!<br />
Elena looked. Stefan had knelt and gently pulled up the lids of Damon’s eyes and Elena<br />
began screaming.<br />
Deep in the fathomless pupils that had held endless night skies full of stars, there was a<br />
glimmer—not of starlight, but of green. It seemed to glow with its own hellish luminescence.<br />
Stefan looked at her with agony and compassion. And now, with one gentle pass, Stefan<br />
was closing those eyes—forever, she knew he was thinking.<br />
Everything had become strange and dreamlike. Nothing made sense anymore. Stefan was<br />
carefully laying Damon’s head down—he was letting Damon go.<br />
Even in her fuzzy world of nonsense Elena knew she could never do that.<br />
And then, a miracle happened. Elena heard a voice in her mind that wasn’t hers.<br />
All this is rather unexpected. I acted, for once, without thinking. And this is my<br />
reward. <strong>The</strong> voice was a hum on their private frequency, Damon’s and hers.<br />
Elena ripped herself away from Stefan, who was trying to restrain her, and fell, grasping<br />
Damon’s shoulders with her hands. I knew it! I knew you couldn’t be dead!<br />
It was only then that she realized that her face was dripping wet, and she used her soft<br />
leather sleeve to wipe it. Oh, Damon, you gave me such a scare! Don’t you ever, ever do that again!<br />
I think I can give my word on that, Damon sent—in different tones than his usual ones—<br />
sober but at the same time whimsical. But you have to give me something in return.<br />
Yes, of course, Elena said. Just let me get some of my hair off my neck. It worked best<br />
like this when Stefan was lying down—when we were carrying him out on his pallet from the prison<br />
—<br />
Not that, Damon told her. For once, angel, I don’t want your blood. I need you to give<br />
me your most solemn word that you will try to be brave. If it helps at all, I know that females are<br />
better than males at this sort of thing. <strong>The</strong>y’re less cowardly at facing—what you have to face now.<br />
Elena didn’t like the tone of these words. <strong>The</strong> dizziness that was making her lips numb<br />
was traveling all over her body. <strong>The</strong>re was nothing to be brave about. Damon could stand pain. She<br />
would find a Wings power that would obliterate all that wood that was poisoning him. It might hurt,<br />
but it would save his life.<br />
Don’t talk to me like that! she snapped harshly, before she could remember to be gentle.<br />
Everything had begun to float, and she couldn’t even remember why she had to be gentle, but there<br />
was a reason. Still, it was difficult, when she was using every ounce of her concentration and strength<br />
to search for a Wings power she had never heard of. Purification? Would that take away the wood or<br />
would it just leave Damon without his wicked smile? <strong>The</strong>re was no harm in trying it, anyway, and she<br />
was getting desperate—because Damon’s face was so pale.<br />
But even the stance for Wings of Purification eluded her.