Talia never saw Damon act in such a violent manner, but somehow, she was confident that under all that rage is a man who was concerned about her, and he wouldn't harm her.
Talia's arms circled around Damon, and she buried her face in his chest.
Talia is not a crybaby and there was no reason to cry, but her eyes were prickling with tears that threatened to fall and she couldn't explain all the conflicting emotions that raged within her.
Anger, sadness, relief, joy... contradictory, but they were all there, making her want to sob and laugh and break something, and Talia pushed herself further into Damon, seeking comfort. He is powerful and knowledgeable, and she hoped that he can disperse her emotional storm.
Every time Talia inhaled Damon's addictive scent, her heart calmed a bit and she remembered that she messed up.
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