"Perfect, isn't it?" He waggled an eyebrow at her and flashed a smile that hadn't changed at all since the day he turned. In four years, he hadn't seemed to truly age.
The Damon she had known had taught high school history. He had the occasional girlfriend but most weren't around for long, save for her. He wasn't the most responsible guy, and even then, he had taken them for granted. Then Sam had come along. Sam was a dream angel, a music prodigy, and the one who would challenge everything. He hated that he hurt her so much. He hurt himself in the process. The result was Purgatory, the decision point between heaven and hell, where souls were purified.
"Purgatory is turning two this summer," he told her. "Our sister club, Seventh Level, is downtown. It's Kol's baby really."