Starting over

"Someone will be here in half an hour," Damon said to Talia while pulling a chair to the middle of the room.

"This is for you, kitten," Damon said softly, and he swatted the invisible dust from the seating cushion before gesturing for Talia to sit. "You should rest."

Talia didn't object. She enjoyed it when Damon went the extra mile to make her comfortable.

Talia's smile faded as she focused on Tristan, who was sprawled on the floor.

Tristan was still reeling from the impact of breaking his bond with Lisa when he felt a pressure on his mind that threatened to squish his brain. The only thing he could see were Talia's silvery eyes staring him down, making him feel like she could see all of his secrets. And she did. 

Damon stood next to Talia and looked in Tristan's direction absentmindedly. Talia was right. Tying up loose ends made him feel better. Damon hoped that Talia could get something useful from Tristan as they had so much missing information.