Damon’s POV

I felt like shit.

I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my mouth closed and force down a yawn. I shouldn't have stayed up all night. I shouldn't have drawn all through the night, working myself up into a fit of rage as Nora kept filling up my head and transferring herself through ink onto all my canvas.

I was cranky as hell and hoped that I didn't have any appointment for the day. I doubted that I would be a good sport if I did.

I zoomed into the parking lot of my company and ...