Hayley wasn't an idiot--Damon was the far lesser threat, at the moment. Maybe at all. She didn't know.

She did know this bitch was getting cuts in all over her and it hurt and she wasn't able to fight her off.

The decision barely needed to be made. "Come in," she said with a growl, though the growl was for the woman, and it ended in a cry as something sharp--was that her nail--went through Hayley's shoulder, skewering her.