-Isabella-
I felt like screaming, as I watched the sun slowly come up. I was still on the floor. My back against the door. The knife I held was with a very soft grip. All it took was for one of my fingers to move slightly, and it would drop to the floor. It had felt so powerful in my hands, knowing what I could do with it, but now it felt heavy. It felt like a burden, as I held it. What the hell did I do now? Damian Black was my … mate. It was so strange to say, even in my head. He was the person I was destined to be with … but he and I were … enemies, weren’t we? He had killed my brother and my father killed his mate. We had always been destined to hate each other, so why were we suddenly bound to each other not through hate but love, or at least something that could turn into love? It d
