The stench of blood and vomit hit Clara's nostrils as she and Damon entered the dungeon. Screams and pleas echoed from down the hall, making her want to turn back, but she had to see her.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked softly, placing a hand on her shoulder and gazing at her with worry.

Clara attempted a smile, but it likely came out as a grimace.

"The stench is potent," she managed, and Damon immediately produced a handkerchief, holding it to her nose.

Relief washed over her as his cologne replaced the smell of blood. "Thank you," she murmured, and he pulled her closer as they continued down the hall.

A man banging against his cell gate made her gasp. The dead look in his eyes sent chills down her spine.

"Just kill me! Kill me, please!" he pleaded, and Clara turned away.

They reached Liam's mother's cell. Clara gasped at the sight of Agatha—malnourished and seemingly lifeless, lying on the ground, motionless.

"Agatha? Agatha!" Clara called, but received no response. Fear filled her eyes as she turned to Damon. "She's alive; I can hear her breathing," he assured her, easing her anxiety.

"I didn't know you were here. Damon is going to release you now, and…"

"Clara…" Agatha whispered.

"She's suffered enough, Damon. Call Liam; have him pick her up tomorrow," Clara instructed. Damon stared at her for a moment before sighing and nodding.

"Anything for my wife," he replied, and Clara smiled.

"Do you do you have my bracelet?" Agatha's voice was barely audible.

Agatha looked directly at Clara. "Do you do you have my bracelet? Can you give it to me? It's all I want."

Clara pursed her lips, retrieving the bracelet from her bra. She squatted, extending it to Agatha.

"Here. I know how much it means to you," she murmured. Agatha slowly stood, crawled to the gate, and weakly extended her wrist.

"Help…" she trailed off. Clara helped her fasten the bracelet.

As soon as Clara finished, Agatha slowly withdrew her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Good. Now I can finally die in peace," she whispered, widening Clara's eyes.

"You're not going to die, Liam…" Clara began.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you. My husband treated you better than me, and I began to think you were his mistress. He doted on you more than anyone, and I was a jealous wife. After he died, you and Liam got together, and I thought you were a gold digger because you knew Liam would become Alpha. I shouldn't have judged you based on my insecurities. You were the best thing that could ever happen to Liam. Tell him I'm sorry for ruining his life by driving you away and that I'll always love him," Agatha confessed.

"You can tell him yourself when he comes to get you. You…" Clara started.

"I don't want to live again, Clara. I miss my husband and want to be reunited with him," Agatha interrupted, caressing her bracelet before crawling away and lying down, her back to them.

"Agatha," Clara called, but Agatha ignored her. Was she truly ready to die?

"I forgive you," Clara murmured, straightening up with a sigh. "We'll still send a message to Liam." Damon nodded, taking her hand and leading her from the dungeon.

Back home, Clara immediately showered. She was surprised by her emotional response; Agatha hadn't been kind to her. Still, death was death, regardless of the person.

The shower's warmth eased her. Before she knew it, Damon's arms encircled her waist.

"Hey. Are you mad at me?" he asked, kissing her shoulder.

"No, because I know you did it for me and our baby," she murmured, and he sighed.

"I'll send for Liam tonight so he can get here early tomorrow. Luca's already on it," he said. Clara nodded, turning in his arms. Surprisingly, they forwent sex, simply bathing each other instead.

Afterward, they dressed, and Damon carried her to bed.

"What was Dimitri and Aurora's relationship like before everything happened?" Clara asked as they cuddled.

"Did Dimitri say anything to you? Because if he did…"

"He didn't. I just feel there's more to the story. Aurora acts weird around him," Clara pointed out.

"That's because he raped her, Clara. She was shaken up, so it's understandable that she's afraid of him," Damon said. Clara frowned; she sensed something more.

"Why don't we talk to Dimitri? I feel…"

"I don't want you talking to Dimitri, Clara. Stay away from him," Damon interjected firmly.

"But…" Clara started.

"No buts, Clara. Just listen to me. Don't associate yourself with him," he insisted.

"We'll go on our vacation soon, okay? Just you and me. I have a lot planned," he said after a moment of silence. Clara smiled, resting her head on his chest.

Despite Damon's warning, Clara intended to speak with Dimitri. If Damon wouldn't join her, she would talk to Dimitri alone tomorrow.