𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, a myth passed among many generations. From the early ages of exploration to the early 1800, was known to be a myth. After all, no woman would be able to hold such power without having a man beside her. However, lurking in...
𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃, the next morning for Renee was hell. Her head pounded and she could barely walk straight. Normally, she'd be okay with hangovers, but this time around, she had drunk her weight in tequila, so naturally, it was bound to happen. She had almost no recollection of last night other than the fact that she found no note and that her bed was literally heaven-sent.
"Someone's hungover," Damon chuckles as Renee grumbles past him and to the kitchen. Coffee, she needed coffee. She had yet to change from her pajamas, which were just a big shirt and panties, but it wasn't like the Salvatores hadn't seen her naked before–no thanks to Katherine for that.
The vampire that had kidnapped Elena handed Renee a cup of coffee. According to Stefan, she had shown up last night with more information and was willing to help out. Renee could feel the truth behind her words and decided to give her a chance–or maybe it was her being too trusting again, she could never tell the difference.
