Damon
As I planned to go back upstairs, Miguel walked in. I turned to Alessandro.
"Brief him," I said as I turned to walk up the stairs. Isabella had moved from the couch to the window I had been standing at earlier. Her back was to me, and I couldn't help but glance at her shapely figure in the dress she wore.
It did wonders in showcasing her delectable curves, and my arousal stirred inside my pants. Now was not the time for such distractions. I knew we would likely argue, but we needed to address the issue of Pablo. "We're going back to Avalia," I repeated.
Her head whipped around, making her ponytail sway before cascading down her back.
"Pablo?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes. I shook my head.
"We're not going to save him. He doesn't deserve to be saved."
Isabella bit her l
