Chapter 51

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 in her other hand.

"You know, Debby will forever be grateful to you," she said, then walked to where I was and stood in front, extending the whiskey glass to me.

"I doubt that," I answered after I had taken it.

She poured the liquid into the glass then gestured for me to drink.

I quickly drank all of it in one gulp and groaned as a wave of relief washed through me.

"More," I whispered softly.

She smiled then poured more into the glass.

I drank again, but this time taking it slow.

"Tomorrow I'll