winced.
Then he seemed to get a grip on himself. “The water is cold, but
it’s pure. We need to clean those slashes and stop that bleeding now.”
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“I don’t suppose there’s any Black Magic around,” Elena said, half
jokingly. This was going to hurt.
Damon, however, immediately began opening cupboards. “Here,”
he said after checking only three, triumphantly coming up with a
half-full bottle of Black Magic. “Lots of doctors keep this as a medicine
and anesthetic. Don’t worry; I’ll pay him well.”
“Then I think you should have some, too,” Elena said boldly.
“Come on, it’ll do us both good. And it won’t be the first time.”
She knew that the last sentence would clinch it with Damon. It
would be a way of getting back something that Shinichi had taken from
him.
I’ll get the whole of his memories back from Shinichi somehow,
Elena decided, doing her best to screen her thoughts from Damon with
white noise. I don’t know how to do it, and I don’t know when I’ll get
the chance, but I swear I will. I swear.
Damon had filled two goblets with the rich, heady-smelling wine
and was handing one to Elena. “Just sip at first,” he said, helpless but to
fall into the role of instructor. “This is a good year.”
Elena sipped, t