Damon had finally made up his mind.

The guilt was eating him alive. He needed to talk to Talia, to be honest about everything, to clear the air before it was too late. She mattered more than he was willing to admit—and tonight, after everything, he was done letting confusion win.

But just as he turned the corner leading to her room, he heard voices. Two of them. One was unmistakably Lily’s.

“…don’t get too comfortable,” Lily’s voice slithered through the air like venom, smug and dripping with spite.

Damon froze, just feet away from them, hidden by the wall. Talia’s voice came next—shaky, but firm. “Maybe you’re the one...