Damon's POV

I sighed, hating that I had to deal with Sasha. I felt like I was about to deal with a rabid dog and my heart slammed against my ribcage, the force almost sending me crumpling to the ground.

“Answer her, Damon.”

Nora kept hissing and gesturing to me to leave her room but I didn't want to. I sighed, eventually agreeing that I had to leave. I wasn't a coward and I wasn't about to start being one.

I opened the door, scowling hard to let her know my displeasure with her without ...