“Bye,” she said through the open window. “I’l cal you tonight. Every night.”
Alaric nodded. His eyes were sad, but he smiled and held up a hand in farewel .
Meredith backed out of the driveway careful y. Her hands were at ten and two, and she kept her eyes on the road and her breathing steady. Without even looking, she knew Alaric was standing in the driveway, watching her car drive out of sight. She pressed her lips together firmly. She was a Sulez. She was a vampire hunter, a star student, and completely levelheaded in al situations.
She didn’t need to cry; after al , she would see Alaric again. Soon. In the meantime, she would be a true Sulez: ready for anything.
Dalcrest was beautiful, Elena thought. She’d been here before, of course. She, Bonnie, and Meredith had driven al the way up for a frat party junior year, when Meredith had been dating a col ege boy. And she dimly remembered her parents bringing her for an alumni family event, back when she was little.
But now that she was part of the school, now that it would be her home for the next four years, everything looked different.
“Pretty swanky,” Damon commented as the car swept between the great gilded gates at the school’s entrance and drove on past buildings of faux Georgian brick and neoclassical marble. “For America, that is.”
“Wel , we can’t al grow up in Italian palaces,” Elena answered absently, very conscious of the light pressure of his thigh alongside hers. She was sitting in the front of the truck between Stefan and Damon, and there wasn’t a lot of room. Having both of them so close was awful y distracting.
Damon rol ed his eyes and drawled to Stefan, “Wel , if you have to play human and attend school again, little brother, at least you didn’t choose too hideous a spot. And, of course, the company wil make up for every inconvenience,” he added gal antly with a glance at Elena.
“But I stil think that it’s a waste of time.”
“And yet, here you are,” Elena said.
“I’m only here to keep you out of trouble,” Damon retorted.
“You’l have to excuse Damon,” Stefan said to Elena lightly. “He doesn’t understand. He was thrown out of university back in the old days.”
Damon laughed. “But I had great fun while I was there,” he said. “There were al kinds of pleasures a man of means could have at university. I imagine things have changed a bit, though.”
They were needling each other, Elena knew, but there wasn’t that hard, bitter edge to their sparring that used to be there. Damon was smiling over her head at Stefan with a wry affection, and Stefan’s fingers were loose and relaxed on the steering wheel.
She put a hand on Stefan’s knee and squeezed.
Damon tensed next to her, but when she glanced over at him, he was gazing ahead through the windshield, his face neutral. Elena took her hand off Stefan’s knee. The last thing she wanted to do was disturb the delicate balance between the three of them.
“Here we are,” Stefan said, pul ing up to an ivy-covered building. “Pruitt House.”
The dorm loomed above them, a tal brick building with a turret on one side, windows glittering in the afternoon sun.
“It’s supposed to be the nicest dorm on campus,” Elena said.
Damon opened his door and hopped out, then turned to give Stefan a long look. “The best dorm on campus, is it?
Have you been using your powers of persuasion for personal gain, young Stefan?” He shook his head. “Your morals are disintegrating.”
Stefan got out on his own side and turned to give Elena a courteous hand down. “It’s possible you’re final y rubbing off on me,” he said to Damon, his lips twitching slightly with amusement. “I’m in the turret in a single. There’s a balcony.”
“How nice for you,” Damon said, his eyes moving quickly between them. “This is a dormitory for both boys and girls, then? The sins of the modern world.” His face was thoughtful for a moment; then he gave a bril iant smile and began to pul luggage out of the back.
He had seemed almost lonely to Elena for that second
—which was ridiculous, Damon was never lonely—but that fleeting impression was enough to make her say impetuously, “You could come to school with us, Damon. It’s not too late, not if you used your Power to enrol . You could live on campus with us.”
She felt Stefan freeze. Then he took a slow breath and slid up next to Damon, reaching for a stack of boxes. “You could,” he said casual y. “It might be more fun than you think to try school again, Damon.”
Damon shook his head, scoffing, “No, thank you. I parted ways with academia several centuries ago. I’l be much happier in my new apartment in town, where I can keep an eye on you without having to slum with students.” He and Stefan smiled at each other with what looked like perfect understanding.
Right, Elena thought, with a curious mixture of relief and disappointment. She hadn’t seen the new apartment yet, but Stefan had assured her that Damon would be, as usual, living in the lap of luxury, at least so far as the closest town could offer.
“Come along, kiddies,” Damon said, picking up several suitcases effortlessly and heading into the dorm. Stefan hoisted his tower of boxes and fol owed him.
Elena grabbed a box of her own and came after them, admiring their natural grace, their elegant strength. As they passed a few open doors, she heard a girl mock wolf-whistle, then giggle breathlessly with her roommate.
A box tipped from Stefan’s enormous pile as he started up the staircase, and Damon caught it easily despite
