Damon’s POV

“Damon,”

I groaned at the call of my name, hating how loud it was and how it sent shocks through my head. My head already ached and I didn't need anyone making it worse.

I struggled to get up from the chair I had dozed off on, much to my chagrin. My vision blurred and my arms hung limply at my sides, a proof that I hadn't eaten anything except a few pancakes in the last twenty-four hours.

Sasha breezed into my study, dashing to my side with a loud scream.

“Damon!” She ...