Isabella

A phone call woke me up. I groaned as I fumbled out of my bed, over Damon's warm body, and then to my dresser table.

"Hello?" I said, groggy, half-asleep, and not bothering to check who it was.

"It's me," a familiar voice said. "Frederick?"

"Though lovely to hear from you this early morning. I thought I told you not to make a habit of waking me up."

"It's urgent. Sorry, but this is the only time I can call. Cassandra goes on her morning workout by this time. It's the only time I had to call. Look, she's crazy. She's actually batshit crazy, and I know that it's...