Dominique frowned. Bugger. That. They really should've made those private. She looked down for a second before deciding that she really didn't like the power differential that was caused by him standing and her sitting. Even if sitting in a comfortable couch felt safer. Dominique stood, her arms still crossed defensively,
"First, Elena said you'd bitch. Not me. Second, do you honestly blame me for not telling you? How would you react?" Well. He'd react rather exactly like he was reacting right now, wouldn't he? "Besides, I made Elena promise me she'd tell me before she did it again. That way I'd be able to talk her out of it." Dominique was angry with Elena, yes. Worried more than angry, but that was beside the point. What happened had already happened and it wasn't going to change. Attacking Damon wouldn't be wise.