Isabella
"Damon," I whispered in fear, as though the wind would carry the sound of my voice to him. It was no surprise that my voice didn't reach him.
I called out again, slightly higher than a whisper. It was a silent plea, an intimate one only meant for his ears. I walked to him and caught sight of Alessandro at my periphery.
He was stoic. He had seen this before. He was familiar with Damon looking like that. I touched Damon's shoulder when I finally reached him. He didn't move. Because I was still locked on Julian, who had begun to sweat.
"Damon," I said with more force to my voice. He was still unresponsive. I had only one choice left, and I was going to do it. I quickly grabbed Damon's collar and pulled his head down towards me, then planted the kiss on his lips.
He was quick to
