ElaraI don't know how much time passed. I just knew I was floating in a hazy, suffocating darkness. My head throbbed, and a bone-deep, freezing cold clawed its way through my body.Slowly, fractured pieces of reality started slipping through the haze.And I know two things as a fact. I wasn't lying on the hard dirt. I was buried in something incredibly soft. A heavy, thick scent wrapped around my senses, wet cedarwood. Damon.I tried to force my eyes open, but my eyelids felt like they had weights tied to them. I managed a tiny, blurry slit. The room was not dark, but it wasn't bright either. Someone was walking toward me. Before I could tell who it was, something warm and damp pressed gently against my forehead. I let out a weak, pathetic whimper, leaning into the heat. The hot towel moved slowly, carefully wiping the cold sweat and dirt from my cheeks, down my jaw, and over my trembling neck.I forced my blurry eyes to focus, it was only then that I saw Damon. He was sitting on th
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