Brooke gave a small smile. It was almost as though he'd read her mind on the subject. "I understand, Damon," she said, sounding much happier about the situation.
She didn't even put up any resistance when he led her through to the bathroom and stripped her of her scarf and shirt. She stood, half naked in just her jeans and bra, watching him as he dabbed the blood away from her mouth. She didn't understand him in the slightest. At times, like now, he could be so gentle. Other times, he could be so violent and cruel. It confused her. Slowly, she took a little step towards him, lifting a hand to cover his on the rag at her mouth. She wasn't sure why she did it, or whether it was a good idea, but she couldn't very well step away again now.