Nora's POV

"Where do you think you are going?" Sasha asked, glaring at me and Damon.

She stood at the door, her hands placed on her hips as she poised for a fight and effectively blocked the path.

I arched my eyebrows at her, amused by her display but she fixed her gaze on Damon and shifted it from me after a fickle glance, pretending as she always loved to do that I didn't exist in the house.

I chose not to let that bother me. I glanced at Damon as she did, waiting for what his response would ...