Talia crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway as Damon approached slowly. His eyes held that same gentle warmth, but his smile was hesitant.

“Talia,” he began, “about earlier…”

She didn’t move. “Damon, I don’t want to fight. But you saw how she acted. She practically claimed you in front of me.”

“She didn’t. I mean… she’s just being Lily,” he tried to explain. “We grew up together, she’s like—”

“Like a sister?” Talia snapped. “Because sisters don’t kiss you like that. Or cling to you like a lifeline.”

Damon sighed, moving closer. “She’s been through a lot, Talia. She’s not usually like this. But you—what we have—it’s real. I...