“What?” Stefan đã đưa ý kiến when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she đã đưa ý kiến to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need bạn to tell us. What are bạn talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat rượu vodka, vodka and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...
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