Sasha’s POV

“How dare you?” Damon barged into the living room, his eyes flashing with rage at me and ruining my celebration.

“What did I do?” I feigned ignorance.

He snorted, narrowing his eyes at me. “You know what you did. You wouldn't be drinking wine if you hadn't done something.”

I rolled my eyes, making known my annoyance. “Can’t a girl have wine without a reason?”

“Not the kind of girl you are.”

I snapped, setting the wine glass on a stool beside me before ...