Damon's POV:

"She is finally gone," I whispered softly, then glanced at Sherry, who was sitting next to me at the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" she asked in concern as she stood up and moved to my desk where the whiskey bottle was, grabbing it.

"Annoyed. I was so sure she was going to manage to kill Johnson and his Beta because she was a killer, but a part of me still thought she would perish first," I answered honestly as she laughed softly and picked up the whiskey glass ...