Damon's POV
I sighed, hating that I had to deal with Sasha. I felt like I was about to deal with a rabid dog and my heart slammed against my ribcage, the force almost sending me crumpling to the ground.
“Answer her, Damon.”
Nora kept hissing and gesturing to me to leave her room but I didn't want to. I sighed, eventually agreeing that I had to leave. I wasn't a coward and I wasn't about to start being one.
I opened the door, scowling hard to let her know my displeasure with her without much words.
She snorted at the sight of me and didn't look bothered by the sour expression on my face. She had her arms bent on her waist and fixed me a cold glare, seemingly ready for war.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone loud and harsh.
I didn't even wince. “To check on a sick reside
