The following week, Bonnie cautiously walked through the open door of the Salvatore boarding house, calling out a greeting as she headed towards the library. Upon entering, she spied Damon sprawled in a wing-back chair, appearing to be engrossed in a dusty tome.
“Damon.” She greeted.
“Bonnie,” he drawled, dragging out her name, not bothering to
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