Damon Pov
Instead of answering her question, I lean down and sniff her neck, startling her into stillness. Rather than smelling her scent, it was defiled with the vile odors of other males. The sickening smell of other males makes both Slade and I bristle, knowing any man has been close enough to allow his scent to cling and linger.
"Why do you smell like other men?" I ask, still ignoring that I barged into her room unannounced and refused to tell her why.
"Damon, WHY are you here?" She demands from me again, which doesn't work because I am not answering that question, and I don't have a valid reason why I am here now.
"I cannot talk to you when you smell that disgusting. You need to shower," I say calmly, unbothered by her enraged look as I lean casually against the door and look a
