He'd tried to protect her. Had given her a necklace to keep Stefan from hurting her. Had tried to warn her away from his brother...
"I'm not better off without you," Elena corrected, shaking her head tearfully. "I'm scared of Stefan...not of you." And right then she needed his arms around her. Needed to feel safe.
Taking a few steps forward, closing the gap between them, Elena's arms wound around his torso, her head burying itself in the crook of his neck. "Please..." She didn't want him to go."