Mara stood on the terrace, looking at the twinkling city lights below, but her mind was troubled. Damon had returned, he was now colder and distant.

Damon entered silently but said nothing.

“Damon…” she began, “what’s going on? You’ve been… different since you woke up. I—”

He raised his hand to stop her. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said coldly. “Not like this. Not with me.”

Mara felt her heart sink. “What do you mean? I’ve been here for you this whole time. I ...