“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.”
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.”
Damon sighed, looking away before sitting up slowly. “Alright, you’re ruining my plans,” he said, coughing as he rolled out of bed. He wiped the sweat from his face and got up, limping to his bag and digging through it.
Summer’s gaze went entirely flat. “I /knew/ you were holding out on me. Nobody faces death like that, not even a vampire. Put your fucking pants back on.”