Isabella′s POV:
The drive towards Full Moon is quite dreadful, particularly with Lyla riding in the car behind us.
My lip thin as we continue passing by trees. I couldn’t help but glance at the rearview mirror to see the majority of the people inside sleeping, except Lyla. She is glaring at me...I know... It’s me...She is glaring at me.
It’s not that I care, after all, Damien made it clear that he isn’t too fond of her.
“I hate her,” he corrected my thoughts.
I’m sorry, I meant he hates the existence of the woman behind us.
We drop by a small restaurant resting on the side of the freeway. A few of the guys went to the gas station while Damien and everyone else rests inside the restaurant. Settling down at a booth, I twiddle my fingers against the table as everyone scans the me
