Brooke stood up when she heard the door opening, watching Damon nervously when he walked in. She followed him to the bedroom and looked down at the things he'd brought for her to wear. She could help the little smile that spread across her face. The dress was gorgeous, the heels even more so. "They're gorgeous, Damon. Thank you," she said, glancing up at him. "Master," she added quickly, the smile fading to a frown.
Brooke's eyes widened at the sight of the blood on his wrist. She looked between his arm and his face as he came closer, her throat feeling tight and dry. "Wh...what do I do?" she asked, a slight note of panic in her voice. Things involving Damon and blood usually hurt, a lot.