"Stefan?" Elena never knocked, a bad habit she had gained from being around vampires, it wasn't like they couldn't hear her enter. According to text changed earlier in the day, the younger Salvatore should have already returned. Admittedly, maybe she was rather early for late evening. Now moving to one of the many rooms, the lounge, there wasn't even a trace of Damon and those signature empty bottles of Bourbon on the side table. "Damon? ——anyone?"















