“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.”
Summer frowned, perching on the edge of the bed. “Why are you lying to me? This is a really strange time to be doing that.”
Damon frowned and looked up at her. “There is no cure for this,” he said, sighing a little before running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to die whether you like it or not. If you think you can fix it, then by all means. Try. But you won’t be able to.”
“Still lying,” she sing-songed. “Stop doing that, or I won’t take the pain away.”