Aila rose from the leather seat and walked into Damon's embrace, leaning into his chiselled chest while being cocooned in his muscular arms along with his woodsy scent that now soothed and comforted her aching heart. Aila sighed in content; her eyes closed as fatigue started to swarm into her mind and body. It had been a very long day. Although she wanted nothing more than to go to bed like the others, they still needed to discuss a few things.
Pulling back, she looked up at Damon, halting her parted lips when he caressed her cheek. Leaning into his hand, she asked, "Are not all vampires that powerful then?"
Damon chuckled off a low growl that began escaping his lips, "You were thinking of another man, a vampire, while in my arms?"
"What!? No! Nothing like that!" Aila began to protest.
"He has a point, you know.." Malia smirked; Aila growled back to her in her mind. Aila was too tired to deal with her wolf and a jealous mate.
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