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Damon

I didn't want to find him. I didn't think he was necessary. The man's attitude was pathetic, and he only cared about money. In my mind, there was a high chance this was a lie, a charade created by him to get money from Isabella.

"We're going back to Avalia," I told her. Her eyes widened, and her hands came up to cover her mouth. She shook her head and reached out to me.

I got up from the chair and walked towards the window, not wanting contact. Contact would make her convince me. She would win this time, just as she won the last time. I turned back to her to find the mask of betrayal on her face as tears welled up once more.

"It's more worth risking anything to find that man," I told her.

"It's best you forget about him, and we prepare to go back to Avalia. All the bullshit would stop once we get there. Cassandra wouldn't have to send people to abduct people, you know. He would fight you bare-fisted openly. Doing that would—"

"I don't care," Isabella said, her voice stro