Damon's pov
There was no need to hide and wait, it was better to take action now, catch her red-handed.
As I entered the room I could hear the faint sound of a phone call. Trixie had her phone pressed firmly against her ear with her back to me.
I felt cold just looking at the tension in her posture. Something had gone wrong. My heart was beating faster than usual when I stopped. Even though I didn't mean to interrupt I couldn't help but feel that what she was saying was very important. Or perhaps it was just her. As if she were concealing something. She had been sent to monitor me.
"Trixie?." I said in a low voice so as not to come across as accusing. But I was powerless to stop it. I had an instinct that I had to find out what was happening. Her body went cold. She nearly lost her grip on the phone but she quickly got it back and turned around as if nothing had happened.