Damon tried to resist, but the person pinning him to the wall was just too strong.
He hadn't even sensed the attack coming—she had teleported straight to him.
"Lilith, what do you think you're doing? Let go," he growled.
She only pressed him harder against the wall, her grip unyielding.
"Why did you do it, you psychopath?" she spat, her voice cold.
Damon gritted his teeth and tried to push her off, but she was stronger. He had no idea what she was on about.
"Since when did you give a damn about Sylvia?" he shot back.
Lilith suddenly pulled him away from the wall, only to let him fall. Before he could react, she straddled him, her expression unreadable.
"I thought we agreed you wouldn't do anything reckless," she said, her tone sharp.
Damon narrowed his eyes as her weight pinned him down.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Lilith's emerald eyes flickered as she studied him.