Chapter 174

• Damon
• "Clear the road!" I yelled at Miguel, who promptly pushed two cars aside as if they were toys. Once the dust settled, I opened the van door and climbed in. Isabella looked at me with bright eyes and a small smile. "It's the mask, isn't it?" she asked, touching its cold surface, quieting the whispers of rage and destruction.
• Her hand moved to untie the mask before pulling it off my face. I knew my eyes were probably blazing with golden fire, but she didn't seem to mind.