Damon went to sleep.
* * * * *
Damon woke with a start. He’d been dreaming a long time, like a sated predator after gorging on a kill.
Automatically, he checked the wards and spells of warning he’d placed around the room after Stefan had left.
Nothing. No creature, supernatural or human, had been sniffing around the perimeter of the building
Damon tested the air, casting about with tendrils of Power to see who else was stirring. It was just after dawn; pale light shone in through the window. In dorm rooms all around, alarms were sounding and students were groaning. Time for Elena to wake up, too. But not to go to classes.
Damon wanted to see the girl at Beckley Memorial Hospital in Heron. If they could only talk to her, he was certain that they would get the answers to some very puzzling questions.
And, just maybe, the questions to some very puzzling answers.
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn—
A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—
A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
And I'm a Rose!
—Emily Dickinson
To be continued in the next scenes from
Evensong
Part Two:
The War of Roses
L. J. Smith, The War of Roses