Reflection
As Elena lay back, her right arm slid from her neck to the end of her hair, now it looked like a beautiful ebony lace fan left my it's owner. Squinting her lids, upper teeth sliding over her lower lip as she thought.
As it had become her habit her right index finger playing the end of the verbane pendent. Stephan was - she didn't know where he was. After all, she'd taken off for a time after he had.
Damon, why couldn't she get him out of her head?
As it had become her habit her right index finger playing the end of the verbane pendent. Stephan was - she didn't know where he was. After all, she'd taken off for a time after he had.
Damon, why couldn't she get him out of her head?