Isabella
"You clearly don't remember who you are," Damon said. "Marcel did not raise a weak child. You've forgotten his sacrifice. You've forgotten your mother's sacrifice, and you have forgotten the betrayal.
Maybe I should leave you alone so you can remember. But come what may, you will sit on the mafia throne. You will take your place."
Damon got up and left with his blazing heat, leaving me cold. But most importantly, his words resonated in my mind, and perhaps I had forgotten.
But what was so wrong in forgetting? After all, I needed to survive. I needed to. Suddenly, it struck me that I was the problem. The fact that I needed to survive, or at least I told myself that I needed that.
Survival instinct took the fight away from me and made me want to run.
There was suddenly a knock
