There was no one else here, and Damon had no idea when she had actually arrived.
They had been intending to meet Abellona these past few days, so they had tracked her down. However, unlike Xander, she wasn't someone his party members knew on a personal level. She was, after all, the empire's princess.
So in the end, Xander had sent a formal invitation with all of their names on it, intending to invite her to join them, or at least negotiate terms and agreements.
Just that Damon didn't know when she came, much less that she would have him cornered like this.
Her hand on his shoulder was soft, and her scent was familiar.
There was no one on this balcony. Just the two of them.
So she leaned in closer.
"My, a love letter…" she murmured. "I never pegged you as the romantic type."
Damon forced a smile, though it was weary and tired.
He lifted the paper slightly, looking at the two words he'd written.
I love you.
This was meant for his sister.
