Damon

Isabella looked more sad than pissed, but I wouldn't expect her to understand why I had to do this, even though the reason was obvious to me.

"Why?" she asked with a controlled voice. I could tell she was struggling to find a reason.

"I told you. They haven't seen my face. They don't know what I look like. Most of them will think that I'm some lower-ranking guy in the Masked King's small army. That's what I'm going to use to find Frank. I also need to gather information," I explained as I stood up from the bed and walked towards her. She looked considerably less sad but...