Damon POV

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Vivienne straightened up from the desk too fast when I came in, and Elena was already sliding a folder over whatever they’d been looking at, and neither of them looked at me the way people look at you when nothing’s wrong.

“Moved it up to when?” Vivienne asked.

“Thursday.” I stopped in the doorway. “Three days. Hale’s office said she had a scheduling conflict and wants to come while the household’s, quote, in its natural rhythm. Which means she wants to ...