She forced herself to conceal a twitch. “You would have a fun time trying to kill me. Tell me, is it true what myth says fire does to your kind?” Another slow sip, a careful flicking of the gaze sideways to him. “I’m an empath. And a witch. A fire witch.”
Damon nodded, grimacing a little. “Had a bad experience with a witch before. She liked setting me on fire too,” he said, smirking and shaking his head. “Let’s not make a habit of that. Sound good?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I won’t kill you, and you won’t set me on fire.”
She couldn’t help laughing. “It’s a deal.” She lifted the glass to him. “So far you haven’t made me want to set you on fire. You’ve confused me a lot, and I’m a bit worried about your ability to pass now, but I don’t want to set you on fire.”