Sasha’s POV

“What did you do?” Damon accused the moment he walked into the house, his gaze fixed on me.

I knew what he was talking about. He was too smart for his own good. Why couldn't he have the same brain as his mother? Why couldn't he be more trusting? Why did he always have to suspect everyone around him?

I shrugged though, pretending not to know what he was talking.

His gaze hardened and he stepped forward, his hands curled with rage. I flinched as he stepped forward, afraid ...