Damon's POV

The hot water cascaded over my body, washing away the exhaustion and whatever mess was left from last night. I let out a deep sigh, rubbing a hand through my wet hair. Maybe Harper was right. Maybe I really had been seeing things. 

The tattoos. The piercings. The way things felt slightly off with Bianca... 

Hallucinations. 

It had to be. 

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist as I walked to the mirror. My reflection stared back at ...