“I’m Elena.”
“Yoroshiku. I am—”
The door shut between them.
“Is it that you have gone crazy?” Sage cried. “Taking a bouquet
from a fox!”
“You’re the one who seems to know him, Monsieur Sage,”
Meredith said. “What’s his name?”
“I do not know his name! I do know he stole three-fifths of the
Seine Cloister Treasure from me! I know that he is expert, but expert at
cheating at the cards! Ahh!”
The last was not a cry of rage but an exclamation of alarm, for the
little room was moving sideways, plunging downward, almost stopping,
before it resumed its former steady motion.
“Will it really take us to Fell’s Church?” Bonnie asked timidly, and
Damon put an arm around her.
“It’ll take us somewhere,” he promised. “And then we’ll see.
We’re a pretty able set of survivalists.”
“Which reminds me,” Meredith said. “I think Stefan looks better.”
Elena, who had been helping to buffer him from the dimensional
elevator’s motion, glanced up at her quickly.
“Do you really? Or is it just the light? I think he should be
feeding,” she said anxiously.
Stefan flushed, and Elena pressed fingers to her lips to stop them
trembling. Don’t, darling, she said voicelessly. Every one of these
people have been willing to give their life for you—or for me—for us.