Guilt was a horrible feeling—it gnawed at one's heart, left a bitter taste in the mouth, and for days after, they couldn't bring themselves to suspect Bel anymore.
She had helped them more than they could ever repay.
During those two days, Evangeline had tried her best to purify Damon from the mental contamination, and while she worked, Bel also offered her aid, providing some of her potions.
During that time, Damon had stirred several times... until two days ago, when he finally regained full consciousness.
To celebrate his recovery, Bel suggested having a feast. She'd asked Damon for a list of his favorite dishes.
Sylvia had half expected Damon to say something rude—or at least something Damon would usually say.
But instead, he'd given her a list of actual favorites. Sylvia had taken notes.
His favorite dish of all... was Tamberry cake.
So Bel had made him some.
When he took a bite of the cake, a single teardrop slipped from his hazy, dark eyes.
