Talia stirred out of her sleep and blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings.
Everything smelled of the forest and dark chocolate, assuring her that Damon's presence was there, but he was not in sight.
Talia was on the bed, alone. The cold bedsheets told her that he left some time ago.
The bathroom door was open, and she could see it was empty. Where did he go?
Talia lifted her head to see that the room was a mess with toppled furniture, broken ceramic, and glass.
It took her a moment to remember that she was in heat. Damon brought her here, and after a chase, they ended up in bed. They were going at it for hours. Did she fall asleep? It looked like it.
Other than slight aches in her back, she was fine. Actually, Talia felt fresh and energized. Her body was not sticky at all, and she assumed that Damon cleaned her up. It wouldn't be the first time.
'Damon?' She called through their mind-link.
