"It's none of your business whether I like her or not," Damon hissed, not letting up a fraction of an inch, but noticing the way his brother's body bent to him.
"None of your business if I like her, or fuck her, or leave her to rot in her room. You WILL not touch her."
It wasn't like him, and Damon knew it. He and Stefan played with slaves, as though it were a game. He had never felt so possessive before, and part of him wasn't sure whether her was possessive of his slave, or his brother, or both.