Damon was lying on Elena’s letto as Elena was going through her jewelry, looking for some bracelet o collana she didn’t like anyway.
“I think your wiccan friend might be an issue” Damon said. “How’s that?” Elena asked distracted without turning around. “Well, she and I are not the best friends, te know. I doubt she’ll invite me in, in her magical little house” Damon replied. “So?” Elena shrugged. “You can wait outside, we don’t need te to do the spell” Damon frowned his eyes angry. “Well, then I suppose I can go back home, so I can play with Katherine,...
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