Damon

"Clear the road!" I yelled at Miguel, who promptly pushed two cars aside as if they were toys. Once the dust settled, I opened the van door and climbed in. Isabella looked at me with bright eyes and a small smile. "It's the mask, isn't it?" she asked, touching its cold surface, quieting the whispers of rage and destruction.

Her hand moved to untie the mask before pulling it off my face. I knew my eyes were probably blazing with golden fire, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I took a seat beside her and pulled her onto my lap. Breathing in...