a picture blossomed in bonnie 's mind , of black hair on a white napkin . her eyes went to damon 's hair , finer and straighter than stefan 's but just as dark . obviously matt had made a mistake in the sorting . they took seats on the decaying bales of hay , all except damon , who remained standing . stefan was leaning forward , hands on knees , looking at
bonnie

in his opinion , they were wasting valuable time and money . the better plan would be to sneak him into london or sydney where there were lots of americans and everyone spoke english . he could blend in much easier . the man himself strode alongside him . '' buon giorno , '' luigi said . marco stopped , smiled , offered a handshake and said , '' well , buon giorno ,
luigi

she paused as he spoke , wondering whether he was truly to be trusted . beyond that , was he discreet enough to be of any value as she worked over this problem ? for his part , not knowing exactly what was wrong , macconnach could only go by his gut . there was something , almost in the air
itself