himself—she could tell. Too many emotions, too much blood in the
room, and the adrenaline of killing still pulsing in his bloodstream.
How did she know all that?
Because Damon wasn’t perfectly in control, either, she realized.
She was sensing things directly from his mind. Best to get him out of
here quickly. “We’ll wait outside,” she said, catching his arm, to Dr.
Meggar’s obvious shock. Slaves, even beautiful ones, didn’t act that
way.
“Go and wait in the courtyard then,” the doctor said, carefully
controlling his face and speaking to the air in between Damon and
Elena. “Lakshmi, give them some bandages so they can staunch the
young girl’s bleeding. Then come back; you can help me.”
“Just one question,” he added as Elena and the others were walking
out of the room. “How did you know that this woman is pregnant? What
sort of spell can tell you that?”
“No spell,” Elena said simply. “Any woman watching her should
have known.” She saw Bonnie flash her an injured look, but Meredith
remained inscrutable.
“That horrible slaver—Drogsie—or whatever—was whipping her
from the front,” Elena said. “And look at those gashes.” She winced,
looking over two stripes that crossed Ulma’s sternum. “In that case, any
woman would be trying to protect her breasts, but this one was trying to