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As the music swelled through the decorated hall, Bonnie let herself relax—just a little—against Damon’s chest. They moved together in an easy, unhurried rhythm, swaying as though the world outside the dance floor didn’t exist. Damon twirled her once, laughing under his breath when her curls brushed his chin.
For a moment, it felt perfect.
But that perfect feeling didn’t last long.
An invisible tension lingered in the air, cold and sharp like a storm about to break. Bonnie felt it in the way her magic pulsed under her skin, restless, warning her of danger. The possibility of it happening—of her appearing—hovered over the celebration like a shadow.
“Do you think she’ll come?” Bonnie finally asked, her voice small enough that only Damon could hear. She didn’t want to ruin the mood. But she also couldn’t pretend she wasn’t scared.
Damon’s arms tightened instinctively around her waist as he dipped her low. “Positive,” he said bluntly, lifting her again. “Katherine Pierce has the survival instincts of a cockroach and the romantic delusions of a lunatic. If Stefan’s breathing, she’s obsessed. And if Elijah’s breathing, she’s… whatever the hell she calls that.”
Bonnie snorted despite herself. “Tragic?”
“Obnoxious,” Damon corrected. “But accurate.”
She rested her head against his shoulder and let her gaze drift across the dance floor. Caroline and Stefan were laughing as they spun together like the happiest pair in the room. Caroline’s dress glittered under the lights, Stefan’s eyes never leaving her—as though he were memorizing every second of their wedding night.
And Bonnie’s heart felt impossibly full… and unbearably heavy.
Caroline deserved this happiness. Her best friend had fought for it, bled for it, suffered more heartbreaks than anyone should have to endure. Seeing her married to the love of her life—it was everything Bonnie wanted for her.
Yet the fear crept in anyway.
Stefan was human now. Fragile. Mortal. A single accident, a single illness, a single unlucky moment could steal him away forever. And Caroline—bright, brave, radiant Caroline—would shatter.
Bonnie swallowed hard. She didn’t dare say any of this to Damon. It would only twist something painful in him, something that lingered between the Salvatore brothers no matter how healed their relationship seemed on the surface.
Damon, feeling her silence, gently tilted her chin up. “Hey. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing,” she lied softly.
He raised one eyebrow. “I love you, but you’re a terrible liar.”
Bonnie managed a small smile. “It’s just… I’m happy for them. Really happy. But also scared.”
Damon exhaled, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “We’ll protect them. All of us. Stefan survived a century of supernatural insanity; he’s not going out because of something stupid. Not on my watch.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I just… I don’t want anything to break what you two have now.”
At that, Damon’s expression softened into something she rarely saw—vulnerability.
“No girl,” he said firmly, “and definitely not Katherine, is ever coming between me and my brother again. We’ve been through too much crap for that.”
Bonnie nodded, even though another thought tugged unpleasantly at her mind. Elena. Elena Gilbert, the epicenter of every disaster that had ever hit the brothers’ lives.
If she was being brutally honest with herself, she was relieved Elena was no longer part of their world.
Finally.
Elena had torn Damon and Stefan apart again and again, dangling affection between them like it was a game. She flirted with Damon while dating Stefan, ran to Damon when things got hard, and ran back to Stefan when she felt guilty. And Bonnie—stupidly loyal Bonnie—had been dragged into every piece of Elena’s drama, expected to fix everything with magic.
Every mistake Elena made, Bonnie paid for.
But that era was gone. Bonnie felt lighter for it—like she finally had room to breathe.
Damon leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “Whatever happens tonight, we handle it. That’s what we do.”
She let her arms slide around his neck. “Together?”
“Always.”
The music shifted into another slow, romantic melody, and Bonnie allowed herself to melt into him again. Just for a little while. Just long enough to pretend that Katherine wasn’t coming. That danger wasn’t lurking at the edge of the night.
Just long enough to enjoy this moment—this dance, this love, this fragile peace—before the storm hit.
And somewhere outside the wedding hall, hidden from view, the familiar sound of heels clicking against pavement echoed through the night.
The storm was already on its way.