Aria's POV
I found Damon standing near the window with his arms crossed over his chest. Moonlight spilled through the glass, outlining his broad shoulders and casting half of his face in shadow.
He seemed lost in thought. I stepped inside, and the moment he heard me, he turned.
His eyes met mine.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke. I closed the door behind me and finally broke the silence. "I'm still going to see the witch."
His shoulders stiffened. "I knew you would say that."
I held his gaze. "I can't simply forget what the vampire blood has done to me. I can feel it. It is still very much a part of me." I pressed a hand against my chest. "It wants to take control of me, Damon."
I lowered my hand, my fingers trembling slightly. "I'm scared."
His expression softened.
"I don
