The next few hours were spent planning an assault on the demons. A small reconnaissance force was allowed to cross the bridge.
Led by Velora Nyxfall, an assassin whose reputation for vanishing into shadows was well known, the scouts would be the eyes meant to avoid any traps that might await them beyond the veil of mist covering the demon side.
Abellona sat nearby, though her rest was a light and restless one. She occasionally shot Damon sidelong glances but said nothing.
There were hundreds of magical orbs hovering in the air, their faint blue light flickering like stars, recording and broadcasting every moment to the entire world.
She couldn't risk letting her emotions slip, she still had to act out her role as a princess, even when her heart was heavy with unspoken grievance.
Abellona wasn't the only one looking at him. Xander's gaze kept cutting toward Damon too, sharp and filled with something that made Damon's temples ache.
