Defiant Haven

Sylvie sat in the library of Evander's brownstone, cradling a cup of tea that had long since grown cold in her hands. The afternoon sun streamed through tall windows, but she couldn't shake the chill that had settled in her bones since Damon's violent intrusion two days ago. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel his hands reaching for her arm, smell his desperation, hear his voice claimin