Damon blinked.
He wondered how much of that she had heard. A quiet sigh almost slipped past his lips—his disuse of shadow perception had left him vulnerable, open to surprises he normally would have sensed a mile away.
His danger sense helped, sure… but it was no real substitute.
Sylvia's smile was gentle, unwavering. Her eyes never strayed from his as she lowered herself slowly beside him.
Damon tried not to shift uncomfortably. There was something different about her tonight. Or was it just him? Did she… look prettier somehow?
His thoughts betrayed him.
He thought of the blanket…
Bit his lips…
'No. Absolutely not.'
Sylvia's gaze never faltered, locked on him with eerie intensity.
"I guess I should go straight to the point… you know, don't you?"
Damon forced a wry smile, trying to deflect.
"What do I know…?"
She looked up at him. Her expression—almost cold. A chill smile curved her lips as his danger sense gave a soft whisper at the edge of his awareness.
