95

Damon

Isabella looked more sad than pissed, but I wouldn't expect her to understand why I had to do this, even though the reason was obvious to me.

"Why?" she asked with a controlled voice. I could tell she was struggling to find a reason.

"I told you. They haven't seen my face. They don't know what I look like. Most of them will think that I'm some lower-ranking guy in the Masked King's small army. That's what I'm going to use to find Frank. I also need to gather information," I explained as I stood up from the bed and walked towards her. She looked considerably less sad but more angry as her eyebrows drew together.

"I understand. But I want to come with you," she said, resolutely, knowing that her desire was impossible.

"Isabella, Cassandra knows what you look like. Let's assume that everybody knows what you look like. It would mean that they'll come after your life," I explained, gently grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a hug. I relished the feel of her soft body aga