Ariana’s POV
‘Damon could be lying.’ A voice in my head whispered.
I already knew that.
‘Then why do you believe him?’ The voice asked again.
I just do.
Images of Fenrir’s injuries came flooding in.
The bloody hand. The battered flesh. The bruised body.
My eyes flew open and I parted the kiss.
“Fenrir still believes I was the one who attacked him,” Damon asked suddenly, “Right?” He pressed on.
“Yes.” I answered out of duty, “There’s only one way that we can alleviate that belief.”
“I have to go meet him.” He completed.
I had no idea on what emotions he said those words and that fact caused me more anxiety.
“Yeah.” I breathed out, shakily.
He said nothing for a moment before holding my hand and slowly but firmly leading me towards the door.
“Let’s go then.” When I relaxed and let him guide me out, his fingers gently strolled to my fingers, intertwining them with his.
As we left, I came to a realization.
