17. STOCKHOLM

~ Violet ~ “Did you have a good talk with Talia?”  Damon whipped his head up as soon as Violet entered their room that night. It was like he had been waiting for her. Maybe he was anxious Talia might say something that could change her mind. “Yup,” Violet said simply. Walking over to the bed, she climbed on top and found a cozy spot next to Damon. He opened his arm for her and she snuggled into his chest. “Was she trying to convince you to leave?” he asked. “No one can convince me to do something I don’t wanna do,” she told him. “Including you,” “Yeah,” Damon let out a chuckle. “I’ve learned that lesson,” Violet bit her lip to suppress her smile. Damon was joking again about getting shot at and it was weirdly endearing. “Speaking of convincing, your brother called,” Damon sighed and pulled Violet’s phone from the bedside table. “I didn’t answer it. I was just plugging your phone in to charge it. But it’s been ringing nonstop all day long,” Violet’s head jerked up instantly. She grabbed