"It's for you," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Eat."
Her hands trembled as she reached out, picking up the spoon like it was going to break.
She took a small bite of stew, then another, faster this time. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second as if she hadn't tasted real food in years.
"You'll choke if you keep eating like that," I muttered, pushing a cup of water toward her. "Slow down."
She reminded me of Lydia, Caroline, and myself, they had taken care of me and made sure I didn't choke on my food.
She swallowed hard, nodding. "Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize for eating," I said, leaning back slightly.
'I need to know where they are buried, I must pay them my respect.'
...…
(Damon's POV)
The council room was suffocating. I sat at the head of the oak table, the weight of a dozen accusing eyes fixed on me. Their stares burned into my skin like claws.
