Chapter 32

• Isabella
• Answering the name Isabella was still strange to me. My brain had shut off from most things related to my family for the past eight years. Seeing all these large men with guns only made me remember things, making the name strange.
• "Isabella," Damon said as he crowded in front of me. I thought he looked better. His skin was glowing, his eyes bright, his lips moist. I was willing to bet I looked like a train wreck. I felt like one, so I knew my face and the rest of me would carry the same message. He smiled softly and then leaned over to plant a kiss on my forehead.