She stormed into the Salvatore Boarding House, the old wooden door slamming against the wall as she barged in without knocking. Damon lounged on the couch, a glass of bourbon in his hand, barely flinching at her dramatic entrance.
“Ah, Y/N Gilbert,” he drawled, not bothering to look up. “To what do I owe the displeasure this time?”
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