A different type of prisoner (1)

Talia stirred from her sleep at the sound of the door closing.

She watched through her eyelashes as Damon tiptoed to the bed. He slipped under the cover carefully, and she could hear him exhale in relief because he thought that he was sneaky enough.

"Where have you been?"

Damon froze when he heard Talia's voice and he turned to her robotically.

"I just checked something."

"Is something wrong?"

"What makes you think that something is wrong?"

Talia gave him a knowing look. "I can sense your emotions, and I know you are worried."

Before Talia could ask more questions, Damon pulled her into his embrace and kissed her forehead.

He didn't want to tell her about Lisa. Talia already had a lot on her mind.