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Callie looked up, catching me staring. Her mouth made a round O, and she dropped her brush onto the canvas. A large black spot suddenly appeared on Damon’s face.
“Look what you made me do,” she said angrily.
I stuck my hands in my pockets, subtly sniffing the air for traces of Damon. “I’m sorry.”
Callie sighed in annoyance. “I don’t need your apologies. I just need you to stop distracting me so I can get some work done.”
“Do you want me to help you fix the painting?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. They hung between us for a long moment, both of us seemingly surprised by my offer.
“Fix the painting?” Callie echoed, putting her hands on her hips. “Am I hearing you correctly? Fix the painting ?”
“Yes?” I fumbled.
“Are you aware that you left me last night to get home alone, with no explanation?” Her chin was jutted out, and her stance was aggressive, but her lower lip wobbled, and I could tell she was hurt.
“Callie,” I began. Excuses flew through my head. I work for your father. We should not sneak around. You’re just a girl, and I’m a vampire . . . Even though part of me was furious at her for allowing her father to parade Damon around like livestock, to let him fight perhaps until death, the other part knew that she had as little sway over her father as I’d had with mine. And now all I could think about was making her lip stop wobbling.
“It’s better this way,” I said, twisting my ring around my finger.
She shook her head and stabbed the sharp wooden end of the paintbrush into the dirt. It remained there, as if it were a tiny surrender flag after a battle. “No explanation necessary. We’ve known each other a week. You don’t owe me an explanation. That’s the best thing about strangers: You don’t owe them anything,” she said crisply.
I rocked back on my heels. A silence hung between us. The image of Damon glared up at me, seemingly mocking my ineffectiveness.
“Well, aren’t you going to get to work?” she asked. “Or are we just paying you to stand around?”
Before I could turn to leave, Jasper burst out of a small black tent at the edge of the property. “We need some extra hands!”
A lanky man trailed behind him, cradling his forearm close to his chest.
Callie leaped to her feet. “What happened?”
As the man held out his hand, blood flowed down his arm onto the ground. I averted my eyes. Even so, pain rippled along my jaw as I felt my fangs grow.
“The vampire’s fighting today. We need more men.” Jasper gasped breathlessly, his eyes falling on me.
“Stefan,” Callie said in a tone that wasn’t a question.
Jasper and the stocky man stared at me.
“Well then, come on, new guy. Show us you’re Gallagher material,” Jasper said, jerking his chin in the direction of the tent.
“Of course,” I said slowly, a plan forming in my mind. I could pick out four separate heartbeats in the tent. There would be copious amounts of vervain, of course, but I’d been feeding regularly enough that I might be able to overcome the men. Four I could handle, but five . . . I turned to Jasper. “Why don’t you and Callie take care of your man here and I’ll join the others in the tent?”
“ I’m coming, brother ,” I added under my breath.
Callie squinted at me. “Did you say something?”
“No,” I said quickly.
Jasper shifted from foot to foot, sizing me up with his eyes. “Callie will take care of Charley here, and I’ll take care of you. Teach you the tricks of monster wrangling,” he said, clapping me on the back, pushing me toward the tent.
With each step the scent of vervain grew stronger, curdling the blood in my veins.
Together, we entered the tent. The interior was hot and dark, the stench of vervain nearly suffocating me. It took every ounce of my strength not to bend at the waist and scream in agony. I forced my eyes open and looked at my brother, who was chained in the corner. Four men yanked on his restraints, trying desperately to keep him in place.
The second Damon’s eyes landed on me, his face lit up.
“ Welcome to hell, brother ,” Damon whispered, his lips barely moving as he locked eyes with me. Then he turned to Jasper. “So, Jasp,” he said, in a conversational tone, as if they were just two men engaged in a friendly talk at a tavern, “you found a new sap to do your dirty work. Well, come on, brother. Let’s see if you can stake me.”
“His bark is worse than his bite,” Jasper said, holding out a stake to me. From its stench I could tell it had been soaked in vervain.
“Give me your gloves,” I said with an air of authority. Touching the wood would give me away instantly.
“Won’t give you much protection. Those fangs can go through anything,” Jasper protested.
“Just give them to me,” I said through clenched teeth. Damon watched the exchange intently, clearly enjoying my predicament.
“Okay, if they’ll make you more comfortable. . . .” Jasper shrugged and handed me his leather gloves. I pulled them over my hands and took the stake from Jasper, my hands trembling slightly. How could something so light be so deadly?
Damon let out a low chuckle. “Is this the best you could rustle up? He looks about ready to keel over.”
I glared at my brother. “ I’m trying to save you ,” I whispered.
Damon just snorted derisively.
“ Please ,” I added.
“ Please what? ” he said, wrapping the chains around his hands.
“Please let me save you.”
“ Sorry. Can’t help you there ,” he said, before yanking on the chains. Two of the guards fell to the ground in surprise.
“Do something!” Jasper said gruffly. “You’ve got to stick him, let him know his place.”
“ Listen to your boss ,” Damon sneered. “Be a man and stab me. A real man isn’t afraid of blood, isn’t that right?”
Jasper bent down and grabbed a stake from the ground.
“C’mon, boy. Earn your keep,” he said, using the side of the stake to nudge me forward. I gasped. Pain shot up and down my skin, as if I’d been touched by a hot poker.
Damon laughed again.
The flap opened, and Callie poked her head through the tent.
I looked wildly over at her. “Callie, you shouldn’t be here!”