“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
She shook his leg. “Don’t be snarky. I wouldn’t be handling that and you know it. The only thing I need, since you’re so determined to die, is contact information for your brother, and for you to know that when you die I’m cremating your body. Just to be sure you’re dead.” She gave him a dark smile.
Damon rolled his eyes. “I promise I’ll be dead,” he said, smiling bitterly before sighing and looking away. “So are you going to stay and play nurse or accept the fact that I’m going to die and leave?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Her hand on his skin stilled, and a line formed where one eyebrow met the top of her nose. In fact, everything about her seemed to close in, close down, like watching a fortress prepare for battle.
“If I leave, you will be alone. No one should have to die alone.”