Stefan smiled as he listened to the conversation downstairs between Damon and Amelia. He looked down at Isabella and frowned. He felt like it was his job to make sure that she was alright, especially after making the promise to the younger girl. Stefan couldn’t deny her beauty though. He adored her long light brown hair that framed her face and fell down to her chest in small waves. He still wasn’t sure what color her eyes were but she’d already had a lasting impression on him. As for Amelia, she was a very pretty young girl and he was rather fond of how she wasn’t afraid of them, even after admitting that she knew what they were and also knowing quite clearly what they were capable of after seeing her parents die. Yes. He felt like it was his responsibility to make sure that Isabella recovered for her sister’s sake.
Stefan sat down in the chair next to the bed and sighed. He stroked Isabella’s cheek with a small smile and pulled the chair closer to the bed. It was going to be a long night.
