-Damian-
It was an understatement to say I was mad. I was furious. If Isabella really was Dimitri’s daughter, then even if she wasn’t working with Clarissa, I had a pretty good reason to hate her. Of course, I had to remind myself that it wasn’t Isabella who had taken Amelia from me.
She hadn’t killed her or my family. She hadn’t even been part of this crazy world when Amelia was taken. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t still loyal to her dead father and brother, or that she wasn’t working with Clarissa. The darker my thoughts became, the faster I drove. It was as if I were possessed, speeding down the long roads with the trees blurring past.
“Damian!” Isabella’s voice echoed beside me. “Damian!”
I couldn’t hear her over the roar of the engine as I pressed down harder on the gas.
“Dam
