Damon's POV

I was pissed, anger churning in waves in my belly as I glared at Sasha.

How dare she try to turn the narrative in her favor? As if this didn't start with her?

"Aren't you going to talk, young lady?" My dad snapped at Nora.

Young lady. I sighed at the venom dripping out of my dad's glare as he fixed his gaze on Nora. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, her lips shivering and I felt moved to pity for her.

I remembered how happy Nora had been when she had been with my parents ...