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Isabella

This would be the second time I would admit to myself that Damon confused me. He was too gentle, too soft to attend to much, a contrast between him and the person that fought. It was also a stark contrast from the man that dished out orders in front of me. He barked commands, directed the men moving to action, and they did. But his movements and that of his men were like a slow-motion movie.

My heart was the only thing moving. I don't normally pace, or perhaps it was moving too fast. My mind seemed to match the pace as countless scenarios kept running through my mind. Each of them was worse than the last.

In one of my imaginations, Paula was killed first because she didn't spend as much time with me, and Julian was tortured. In another imagination, they were both dropped into a pool filled with piranhas that ripped their flesh from their bones, leaving the pool a dark red color.

I knew what Cassandra was capable of. She was mad, twisted, and the past 8 years must have made