Isabella

I looked up from my hiding place in Damon's neck. My heart would mourn the loss of his scent momentarily as I took in the sight of what was a private airstrip through the tinted glass of the van.

The door sliding open brought in a rush of bright light from the sunrise, slightly harsh on my eyes.

Damon tapped me on my ass and nudged me to get up. I picked up my phone and the backpack that contained my other devices then climbed down from the van. It was a plain airfield, consisting of a long runway and a hangar.

 Off in the distance stood a medium-sized...