07 The Return_ Midnight - L. J. Smith

then his body spasmed and he bit his lip very hard—to keep from crying out, she guessed.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, trying to believe that it didn’t. Desperate to believe it.
“Not so much.” But he was lying, she realized. Still, he hadn’t shed any tears. He had his
pride, this child-Damon.
“I have a special message for you,” he said. “He told me to tell you that he’ll always be
with you. And that you’re never alone. That no one is really alone.”