"Catherine."
Before I could respond, Damon cut in, his tone unusually stern and filled with a strong warning. "Enough, what are you talking about?"
Catherine paused, seemingly realizing her words had been a tad too pointed at me. Anyone could have heard the sarcasm and boasting in her voice.
No matter how well she pretended, she couldn't always remain cool and collected, especially if she had feelings for Damon, if she had possession desires.
Isn't that the sorrow of loving someone? I've been there before.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to invite her over for dinner at our place. Even though what I said earlier was wrong, I truly do appreciate all she's done for you over the years," Catherine explained to Damon. Even in this situation, she managed to maintain control, showing no signs of panic, even admitting she was wrong.
Damon's expression softened slightly. "No need."
