"Ever," Elijah said, then he gave me a teasing look. "Of course, that might change now that you're here. You should go pick out a room you like later. Who knows? That might just be the Luna's new room."
"Fat hope," I snorted, "Whatever gave you such a ridiculous idea?"
"I'm just saying, you and Damon looked awfully sweet just now, cuddling like two lovebirds. I almost didn't know he had it in him."
"Lovebirds," I repeated slowly, as though repetition would allow it to make more sense in my mind. I pictured Damon cooing to me and felt something in my brain rupture at the sheer nonsense. "Now I've heard everything. Are you sure you don't need glasses?"
Or a reality check.
