---POV Damon---
"What do you think this is all about?" Rosie mumbled. I pulled our intertwined hands up and kissed her knuckles.
"I'm not sure, princess, but remember I'm here for you and no one else. We will figure this out. Okay?"
"Just...don't do anything rash." She warned, looking up into my eyes as if she was searching for something.
I shook my head and grinned as the arguing got louder. Don't they know the council is arriving soon? This is not the time for this! Pulling Rosie a little faster, I entered the living room. Everyone present turned to us.
“Damon! Good news.” Vil shouted, bee-lining it around my dad, who looked pissed beyond recognition. Nothing about this scene looked like good news. I raised a brow at them and darted my eyes to the assembly room. He shook his head
