*Isabella's POV*
I threw on the first things I could find, a black hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, barely aware of what I was doing. My hands were shaking, my pulse erratic. I needed answers. I needed him. I slammed the door behind me, flagged down a cab, and gave the driver Damien's address before I could talk myself out of it. The whole ride there, my mind spun in circles. The recording, the things Oliver said, the way Jacob's voice had thundered through my phone. His rage. His silence. His absence. It all clawed at me like a storm building under my skin.
By the time the cab pulled up to the mansion, I wasn't even sure what I was feeling anymore, panic, frustration, desperation, something. I climbed the steps and rang the doorbell.
Once...
Twice...
The third time, the door finally crea
