Lucy: I’ve always held my own. I’m determined. I’m happy. I’m strong. But not right now - right now I’m weak, pathetic.

I screwed up. I screwed up in a way I can’t fix. I destroyed someone. I stomped on a heart. I broke the one rule all women should live by. There’s no coming back from it. Yet, I can’t seem to find the strength to stop.

Nicolai - that name, it ruins me.

I tried to stay away. I fought so hard. I knew what he was, who he was. I knew what he had done. But I can’t seem to stop. I try and forget how his hands felt against my skin, how his lips felt on mine, how his body moved - God, his body.

I’m a terrible person, a terrible sister.

But take me to hell if you must, so long as he comes with me.

Damon: Get a girl, they say. Find a woman, Damon. Settle down.

I have one thing to say to that: women equal drama. You know it’s true. And I don’t have time for drama. I’ll stick to friends. Lucy’s my friend - my best friend, if I’m being honest. She’s strong. She’s determined. She kind of holds my pieces together, and I, hers - in the most nonromantic way I can think of. She’s like a sister. No, scratch that - she’s the kind of woman who could run a country, hold a family together. That’s the kind of person she is: the lady of the house. Yep, that’s our Lucy: Knights Lady.