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-Isabella- I felt like screaming as I watched the sun slowly rise. I was still on the floor, my back against the door. The knife I held was gripped lightly. All it took was the slightest movement of my finger for it to drop to the floor. It had felt so powerful in my hands, knowing what I could do with it, but now it felt heavy—a burden. What the hell did I do now? Damian Black is my… mate. Saying it, even in my head, felt strange. He was the person I was destined to be with, but we were enemies, weren’t we? There was so much bad blood between us. How would we ever get past that? I groaned before getting up from the floor. I looked at the knife. I had time. I didn’t have to make a decision right now. I scanned the room, searching for a place to hide it—somewhere no one would think to l