"I don't know," Brooke admitted. Either way, she didn't really care. "But he knows how I feel about attacking people," she said, her husky voice low so it didn't carry around the hotel bar. "I nearly died," she said shortly. "Last month. Klaus. He should have known better than to think I'd be alright with him doing that to someone else." She pulled the shot glass back towards her and took a breath before downing the second shot. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as she waited for the burning sensation in her throat to fade.
"I think I might prefer that," Brooke said, frowning. "It might be better than knowing he lied to me when he said he'd changed." She turned to face Damon more fully, her hazel eyes running over his tearstained cheeks and red eyes. "You wanna know how we met?" she asked, a dry, almost mocking, tone in her voice. "He kidnapped me, and tortured me, and raped me..." Her face crumpled as tears welled up in her eyes. "And I forgave him because he promised he'd stop hurting people..." She shook he head as she looked down, a painful lump in her throat.