Damon's POV

"What is going on?" I asked, talking to no one in particular.

I tugged at the tie hanging loosely on my neck, acutely aware of how unkempt I looked. I had fiddled with the tie over a dozen times in the past one hour, taking out my frustration on the poor material.

My gaze narrowed on the paper before me, my eyes squinted in concentration and exasperation as I stared at the tiny prints on the page.

This couldn't be happening.

Not after waiting for this day for so long. Not after ...