Paul and Torrey in New York (17.04.12)

We drove swiftly and smoothly back to Mystic Falls. I kept looking across at Damon and his face was still pained. I knew he was angry and upset with himself. We didn’t talk for most of the journey. It wasn’t until we were nearly back that he sighed.
“Elena, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have taken toi out today.” He stared at the road.
“Damon, don’t say that. I loved it…until the near-attack that is. But it didn’t happen. Which just goes to montrer that toi are able to resist the blood if toi try.” He smiled weakly and looked at me.
“Why were toi so angry with Stefan about killing...