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Isabella

I never reached her room. I was jerked back by my arm towards a familiar chest.

"Did you know?" I whispered as his arms went into my hair and around my waist.

"The old man sent me a cryptic message. He said someone needed to meet you. I didn't know it was…"

I shook my head and buried my face further into him, taking in his calming scent. "Should I tell him to leave?" He asked as his chest vibrated.

The truth was, I didn't know what I wanted. While I didn't feel as panicky as I felt the last time I saw my uncle, I didn't know if I wanted to see him. I looked up at Damon's face. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe you should tell him to leave, but what if it's important?"

"Then let's go back," Damon said as he gently took my arm, leading me back in the direction we just came. When my heart started beating faster again, I stopped abruptly.

"Give me a minute," I said, and he stood beside me, rubbing circles with his knuckles on my back.

"When you're ready," he said. I took a d