Damon

I trusted Frank to find the traitor while, as promised, I focused on the meeting happening the next day. I shot a quick text to Nicholas, reminding him of his obligation to be there. "Don't worry, you'll see me," Nicholas replied before hanging up.

That morning, I walked into my bathroom after a restless night. Unfortunately, Isabella had chosen to pout and clutch onto Paula for some reason.

"Is this about the cookies?" I was truly baffled by her behavior. “Or was it something else? Maybe she has an idea about the mask.” I mused.

"You took three. You shortened my ration. If you wanted cookies, why didn't you...