"She herself was concentrating on one single feeling, somewhere in the center of this storm they’d called up. This kind of exchange of blood— she was sure as she could be — this was the old way, the way that two vampires can share blood and love and their souls.
She was being drawn into Stefan’s mind. She felt his soul, pure and unconstrained, swirling around her with a thousand different emotions, tears from his past, joy from the present, all open without a trace of shield from her.
She felt her own soul lift to meet his, herself unshielded and unafraid. Stefan had long ago seen any selfishness, vanity, over-ambition in her — and forgiven it. He’d seen all of her and loved all of her, even the bad parts.
And so she saw him, as darkness as tender as rest, as gentle as evensong, wrapping black protective wings around her…
Stefan .. I..
Love.. I know"