---- several passwords, but couldn't unlock it. My fingers trembled slightly, a wave of helplessness washing over me. Finally, I had to put the phone back and force myself to calm down. I'd figure out another way later. The next morning, when Damon woke up, he found me packing things. At my feet were piles of couple items-silver bracelets engraved with our names, protective charms woven from each other's hair, a deer bone pendant from our first shared hunt... Many were things I'd made by hand, representing the deepest bonds between werewolf mates. Damon frowned and walked over, confusion in his voice. "Why are you suddenly throwing all these away?" I didn't look up, my voice flat. "I don't like them. ---- anymore. I'll buy new ones later." Damon didn't ask more questions, just smiled. " Don't bother with this. I'll have the servants organize it later. It's getting late