Phoebe managed to speak despite herself. "I asked you a question," she said. "Who was that woman?"
Damon did not move from the doorway. He looked calm, like the question did not matter. "She’s not someone you should bother yourself with."
"She was in our home, making threats. That concerns me."
“It’s just threats. She won’t do anything.”
Phoebe stared at him for a second, trying to understand if he was serious. Something about the way he answered her made her chest tighten.
"Can you hear yourself?" The fever was climbing again, spreading heat across her face and neck. "You're standing there telling me not to worry about a woman who just said she would make sure no one else has you if she can't. Those are not just mere words, Damon."
Damon’s eyes narrowed slightly at her tone. He ope
