Talia took a deep breath that filled her system with the addictive scent of the forest and dark chocolate. Damon. He was by her side, his solid arms were around her, and she wished that the last few days were just a bad dream, but the regret and sorrow that seeped into her through the mate bond told her that she was not imagining it, and she knew he was awake and drowning himself in the grief of what happened in the last few days.
Talia looked up to meet Damon's icy-blue eyes full of emotions directed at her.
"How are you feeling?", she asked.
"I am so sorry, kitten.", he croaked, his voice breaking.
She was saddened to see him like that but also relieved because she knew he was back. Her Damon was back.
"It's not your fault."
He shook his head. "And whose fault was it?"
