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IT’S COOL NOT GROWING OLD. I LIKE BEING THE ETERNAL STUD. —Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries, Season 1, Episode 4
They’ve never found the body of the first and only boy who broke my heart. And they never will. I buried Hektor Galanis in a hole so deep, even the devils of the earth couldn’t reach him.
His last word was my name. His last thought was of me. I won. That knowledge settles within me now just as it did three years ago. That sense of rightness, of peace.
“I didn’t tell Leandros no because of some deal I have with you. I told him no because it would take me away from you.”
Did I break the king?
“My little hellion. Quite the force to be reckoned with, aren’t you? Oh, say you’ll marry me, Alessandra!” I swallow, thoroughly confused. “You’re not going to hang me?” “Hang you?” he repeats, letting his hands fall to his sides. “The man did you wrong, Alessandra. Honestly, you’ve saved me the trouble of tracking him down and killing him myself.”
“But I’m desperate for you all the same. And though I will not have millennia to live, I want to give however many years I have left to you. Because I love you. I love the woman who saved me. And though she doesn’t need me, I want her. Fiercely.
