Isabella
Once Damon left, I went back into my room and put on a clean pair of gray tracksuits and a dark t-shirt. Just as I was dressing myself, my door was assaulted by a knock. I didn't want visitors; my biggest interest at the moment was to sleep and gather the energy that Damon had taken from me.
I blushed suddenly, remembering Damon. As I opened the door, I found Julian standing there. His face looked better; the black eye had mostly reduced in swelling, even though the color was darker. His cheek had a large plaster on it, indicating that the skin must still be healing.
"Do you need something?" I asked him as he walked in.
"No, I want to ask you some things," he said, taking a seat on one of my couches. His right foot started to bounce, a nervous tick that made me wonder why he w
