Damon
Isabella looked more sad than pissed, but I wouldn't expect her to understand why I had to do this, even though the reason was obvious to me.
"Why?" she asked with a controlled voice. I could tell she was struggling to find a reason.
"I told you. They haven't seen my face. They don't know what I look like. Most of them will think that I'm some lower-ranking guy in the Masked King's small army. That's what I'm going to use to find Frank. I also need to gather information," I explained as I stood up from the bed and walked towards her. She looked considerably less sad but more angry as her eyebrows drew together.
"I understand. But I want to come with you," she said, resolutely, knowing that her desire was impossible.
"Isabella, Cassandra knows what you look like. Let's assume tha
