AMBROSE'S POV:
"Ambrose?" Odette's voice was soft, much softer than I was used too.
"Yes?" I pretended I was busy with paperwork. Paperwork that I should actually be reviewing, but I couldn't take my mind off the starlight haired girl laying down on my bad. The fact someone had touched her, touched what was mine, it was eating at me. There was no trace of anything, and I swear to the goddess if Damon comes back empty handed, I'm going to fucking lose it.
"Why am I in your room?" She sounded so unsure of herself and confused, so unlike herself. I didn't like it. She was mine to brake and no one else's.
"Because I brought you here, I told you, you were moving into my room."
I felt her gaze resting on me, and I couldn't stop myself from looking up. Her big crimson eyes stared wide eyed and confused. Stuck between wanting to ask more and something I couldn't quite place, maybe comfort?
"I don't understand? Why would you do this?" She looked truly puzzled. I myself was puzzled.