Damon's POV

“Fuck! I knew it.” I yelled as I held Emily down.

“How did you get here?” I asked her.

“I drove.” She replied.

“How did that happen? When did you get your car?” I knew I gave clear instructions to my sheriff.

“...Lucas’ car.” She completed.

“Why would you be driving his car? Did Uber stop working?” I bellowed.

“Please don't speak to me that way.” She said, yanking her hand out of mine.

“My tone might not be all that, but you know I'm damn right.” I retorted. “How about you stop leaping from and to man and stay where you belong?”

“There it is!” She laughed...