e—“she should recover.”
“Take care of Elena first, then,” Damon said.
“No, no!” Elena said, pushing the doctor away. He seemed like a
nice man, but obviously around here, masters were masters—and
Damon was more masterful and intimidating than most.
But not, at this moment, to Elena. She didn’t care about herself
right now. She’d made a promise—the doctor’s words meant that she
might be able to keep it. That was what she cared about.
Up and down, up and down. Dr. Meggar’s eyebrows looked like
two caterpillars on one elastic string. One lagged a little behind the
other. Clearly, the behavior he was seeing was abnormal, even liable to
be punished by serious means. But Elena only noticed him peripherally,
the way she was noticing Damon.
“Help her,” she said vehemently—and watched the doctor’s
eyebrows shoot up as if they were aimed for the ceiling.
She’d let her aura escape. Not completely, thank God, but a blast
had definitely discharged, like a flash of sheet lightning in the room.
And the doctor, who wasn’t a vampire, but just an ordinary citizen,
had noticed it. Lakshmi had noticed it; even Ulma stirred on the
examining table uneasily.
I’m going to have to be a whole lot more careful, Elena thought.
She cast a quick look at Damon, who was about to explode,