Nora's POV

A subtle knock woke me up from sleep and I sighed a I shifted in bed. I knew who it was but had no idea why she was at the door. I had devoured my breakfast not quite long, amazed at how hungry I had been.

I moved toward the door, hoping it was Jane as I thought and not any of the witches. It had been days that I had been shoved to the small room like a prisoner and I hadn't seen Damon at all. I wondered if he even knew how I was living.

I would have wondered if he even cared about ...