48 - Demonstration
Cillian
“So I was thinking…” Emma drawled after finishing her plate of pasta and keeping the fork down. Her right palm was completely healed after two months of care.
“Here we go,” I sighed, leaning back on the chair and taking a sip of sweet white wine.
There was no news of the stalker. No creepy gifts or messages. Elena and Zayed were in New York, and after having private meetings with Damon without Emma’s knowing, we had a list of suspects that fit the descriptions of the stalker. But we had kept her in the dark because I didn’t want to burden her with the information, despite how carefree she pretended to be. I knew that the incident had scarred her, physically and mentally. No nineteen-year-old should have to go through something like that.
“I’m serious,” sh
