mountain-sized boulder? Who could have that in their mind—?
Stefan broke off, knowing the answer, even before Elena’s
lightning-swift thought could tell him. Elena felt the clear green wave of
his pity, spiced by the natural anger of a young man who has gone
through the depths of hell, but untainted by the terrible black poison of ＠思＠兔＠網＠文＠檔＠共＠享＠與＠在＠線＠閱＠讀＠
hatred of brother for brother.
When Elena had finished explaining all she knew about Damon’s
mental processes, she said, And I don’t know what to do! I’ve done
everything I could, Stefan, I’ve—I’ve even loved him. I gave him
everything that wasn’t yours alone. But I don’t know if it’s made even
the slightest difference.
He called Matt “Matt” instead of Mutt, Stefan interrupted.
Yes. I…noticed that. I’d kept asking him to, but it never seemed to
matter.
It mattered this way: you managed to change him. Not many
people can.
Elena wrapped him in a tight embrace, stopped, worried that it was
too tight, and glanced at him. He smiled and shook his head. He was
already looking like a person rather than a death camp survivor.
You should keep using it, Stefan said voicelessly. Your influence
over him is strongest.
I will—without any artificial Wings, Elena promised. Then she
worried that Stefan