Emma's POV

I lounged on the couch, crossing my legs as I lazily popped another chip into my mouth. The clock on the wall blinked 7:12 PM, and still-no sign of Damon.

I frowned.

Didn't he say he wouldn't spend much time at work today?

Liar.

I stuffed another chip in my mouth, chewing aggressively as I stared at the front door like I could summon him with my glare.

Something definitely came up.

But what?

I squinted, my mind spiraling into the worst possible scenarios.

Bianca.

I ...