Isabella
I looked up from my hiding place in Damon's neck. My heart would mourn the loss of his scent momentarily as I took in the sight of what was a private airstrip through the tinted glass of the van.
The door sliding open brought in a rush of bright light from the sunrise, slightly harsh on my eyes.
Damon tapped me on my ass and nudged me to get up. I picked up my phone and the backpack that contained my other devices then climbed down from the van. It was a plain airfield, consisting of a long runway and a hangar.
Off in the distance stood a medium-sized private jet that was slowly revving up its engine. The private jet was suddenly closer, and that's when I realized it was coming to pick us up.
Excited and not being able to remember the last time I was on a plane, my heart pick
