Willow.
I don’t remember falling asleep not really. One minute I was lying there with the weight of Damon’s scent still clinging to my skin and the next, I was floating through the kind of darkness that doesn’t feel lonely it feels expectant. Like the whole world was holding its breath.
And then I saw him.
Not in the dorm and not at the academy. No walls around us just wild and open lanf wirj sky painted in the bruised shades of twilight and Damon standing there with his back to me shirtless as if he’d been training or hunting or waiting.
His muscles moved beneath his golden skin as he turned, eyes burning like embers in the half light. He looked like something pulled from the stories they used to tell before lights out at the Institute.
The kind of myth they warned us not to believe
