Isabella

Damon sat me down in the lounge after breakfast and looked at me with purpose in his eyes.

"He has called, hasn't he?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Tomorrow," Damon said. "I'll get everything ready," I replied with a sigh. Damon grabbed my hand with a frown on his face.

 "You are not coming with me, Mabella. He knows where we are, my love. I don't know how," I said.

"He is like you in some ways. If you go by yourself and leave me here, he will come, and the outcome is going to be tragic. I don't think it will matter how many men I lead...