Vivienne POV

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Damon had brushed off my questions about Elena like they were nothing, and that hurt more than I wanted to admit. I needed air, space, and anything that wasn’t his calm, controlled voice telling me to trust him.

Then I heard Damon behind the half-open study door, talking low but urgent.

“…yeah, Elena, I need the house cleared tonight. All of it. We’re coming within the hour… I know it’s late, but I’m not taking chances with them… Thank you. I owe ...