Sasha’s POV

“Why are you looking at me that way?” He scowled as he glanced at me.

I adjusted my perch on the couch as I watched him walk into the living room and snorted. “How am I looking at you?” I replied instead of dignifying his question with an answer.

He snorted and moved past me, heading toward his bedroom. I narrowed my eyes at his retreat, my eyes fixed on his gait.

There was something going on with Damon which I could bet my existence on and I was going to risk that ...