Damon's POV

The moment Harper pulled up in front of my mansion, I was already pushing the car door open. 

"Damon, wait-" 

I ignored him, stepping out hastily and heading straight for the front door. My head was still pounding, and my body felt like it had been through a war. I didn't have the patience for Harper's interrogation, not yet. 

"Damon!" He called after me. "Damon, you bastard! At least pretend to be a little grateful that I picked you up!" 

"Thanks," I ...