101

Isabella

An hour later, my hair was mostly dried and had resumed its curly nature. It had dried to a slightly darker color than before. Instead of the slightly orange shade my hair had previously, it was now a fully dark red with undertones of black. 'I don't think it's too bad,' I said as I played with the still-damp hair. Damon was the subject of my protest and complaints. He sat on the bed, watching me as I toyed around with my hair.

'Come here,' he said as he patted the bed beside him. My heart rate picked up at the tone he used. It was silent but commanding. His eyes suddenly grew darker as he peeked at me through his eyelashes. I sat on the bed slowly beside him, and his face broke out into a smile.

'Why do you look like that?' he asked with a slight laugh.

'Because you look like you want to eat me,' I replied.

'I do, but not now,' Damon said as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

'I will make a few calls, and I'll need to go back to the opposite end of the room, possibly to