She breezed into the kitchen, wearing a scandalously short dress of vivid pink, a color so bright she could barely believe it existed. The skirt barely covered her thighs. But she'd been assured that it was decent. This world was amazing, it truly was. She stopped when she saw the man sitting there and smiled. "Damon, hello!" Then she frowned. There was something about the way he held himself, something subtly off.