Isabella's POV
Damian was being a b***h.
Luckily, I knew how to handle bitches. Maybe it was because I was one, or maybe because I grew up with bitches. I knew exactly how to handle him.
Ever since the day he refused to send guards after Camila, I had limited my conversations with him down to the barest minimum. If we even crossed each other, I wouldn't speak to him. Not that I think it mattered, I was still pissed at him. What he had done felt like an insult to me.
It was just one maid. And he was acting like I asked him to go after red moon pack! And she was probably dead by now, not that it gave me any joy. I wanted to be the one to end her life with my hands.
Today was no different from the previous days. Damian and I hadn't spoken and I was fully content on keeping it that way.
