I felt a hand stroke my hair and I groaned "Drevon…"
"Not him, Lou."
I flashed my eyes open. Damon!
I panicked and shifted away from him, confusion plastered on my face. I looked around and found out I was still in the Moonhall, on the floor, the blind old woman nowhere to be seen.
Damon leaned against the column, getting comfortable like he wasn't trespassing.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, wondering how he got past Ravyn and Osha waiting outside.
"Unfortunately for you, you came to my safe place."
Safe place?
"I know this place like the back of my hand and that..." He pointed to the door. "...is not the only entrance."
"Thank you for letting me know. I'll keep it in mind never to come here."
"Oh, please do," He grinned. "The company was needed."
I huffed, pulling my knees to my chest, and gathering the rim of my gown.
"Why were you sleeping here anyway?"
