Her green eyes, her scent, her soft touch—yet behind all that beauty was the deep, psychotic look she always hid behind a veil of calm.
How could he not notice?
How could he ever not?
Even suffering minor backlash from the remnants of his shadow clone being shredded before it could safely dissolve, not even the sickness spreading through his soul dulled his senses toward her.
He saw it—the faint shimmer in her eyes. A tear that didn't fall.
Her gaze said exactly what his did.
I've missed you.
Damon smiled faintly.
Her eyes also told him: Don't go dying on me. We have work to do.
That thought alone was enough to empower him. Their hands were already interlocked before either of them realized it.
Lilith had to suppress the urge to crush him in a hug.
She was probably thinking the exact same thing he was.
'Why are you always getting into trouble…'
His expression remained hidden beneath his hood.
'Drama just loves me.'
