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Isabella replied as she melted into his hand. Felix watched their exchange in awe. He sensed Dylan's pheromones drifting from his hand and into her ear, which visibly made her stronger and more confident. Upon looking closer, he spotted a swirl of swollen skin through her hair. He hasn't seen anything like it before, but he was certain. Ah, they're linked.

Nico just scoffed, "Believe me, Xander, I'm pretty sure you can lie out of this one, plus Layla may be a Bronwyn but she's not a genius." My brows furrowed as he said that. She must be the Lord's daughter. I didn't even know he had a daughter. "I heard my name!" An unfamiliar voice sang out. All three of us turned our heads to the left to see who said it. A blonde vampire strut towards us, smiling as we all looked at her. Xander quickly sat up straighter as she approached. I leaned back against Nico out of nervousness, but couldn't help but look over her features.

Clementine POV With Creed we went to the Chairman's office. When we entered the Chairman's office, Creed and I were immediately exposed to three Vampire High students. Two of them were women, they were bent over and the man was looking straight at me. She had a bruise on her side lip. It is possible that these three have a case. The Chairman sat us in front of the three while he sat in his chair. I looked at the Chairman. He turned to look at me.

Chapter Twelve: Someone Is Always Watching I turn the phone so Dominic can see the screen. He reads it once. Then he's out of his chair and across the room to the door in four steps, calling a name I haven't heard before. "Isobel." A woman appears in the doorway so quickly she was either already nearby or she moves faster than anyone I've ever seen. She's tall, athletically built, dark skin, natural hair pulled back, and she has the kind of eyes that take in a room's entire inventory in under two seconds. She looks at the phone Dominic is holding out to her and something in her expression sharpens.

Even now, even after confessing to murdering my daughter, she was playing the victim. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Damien's gray eyes blazed as he looked at me with pure disgust. "Have you completely lost your mind, Elara?" "Isabella killed Lily," I snarled. "She paid someone to steal the heart that was meant for our daughter." "You're insane!" Isabella gasped, pressing her hand to her throat where a thin line of blood was visible. "She's having a complete psychotic break!" Isabella's grip on Damien's arm tightened immediately. Her blue eyes filled with wounded tears on cue.

I stopped in front of her and said hesitantly: “Maya… I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I know I behaved badly.” But she looked at me with even more fear and said in a low voice: “This happens a lot.” I froze in my place the same sentence again. I said anxiously: “What do you mean? Why does everyone say that?” She tried to avoid it at first and turned her face away, but I held her arm slightly and said pleadingly: “Please, Maya, tell me.” She finally sighed and said: “Alright, Iris… you belong to the vampire clan. It’s one of the strongest clans here, so it’s easy for you to make those weaker than you your prey.”

Vanessa whispered venomously in her ear, her blonde hair draping down over Izzie's shoulder. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Vanessa's icy grip on her arms tightened as she forced Izzie back and to look at Cassius. Then she locked gazes with Brad, he a had a cruel smug smirk on his face. The sick bastard was enjoying this. First, they take her best friend from her, then turn him into a fucking vampire against his will. Then they set him on her knowing that she won't be able to kill him, now they were going to make her watch the death of her Beloved.

He didn't get angry often, but when he did it was bad. “You don’t know me, ” Isobel began her voice rising as she spoke. “There was nothing between us. There will never be anything between us. Your family has already caused more harm than good to mine. All I want is to get out of this place. I need to make sure my brother is—” Isobel didn’t get to finish her sentence when Angelo’s hand softly began to caress the back of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly began to relax to his touch, forgetting everything she was saying.

“Sure, Mrs Vitale.” Isobel pressed her lips in a fine line and turned back to Mama. They moved to one side of the room while I dressed myself in my tight denim pants, the white long shirt tucked inside and the beige sweater to match the look. When I returned to Arabella, she huffed. I didn’t like her aversion to my wedding, but there was very little I could do about it. She was just sixteen and had no clue about how to judge a character, yet, talking to Eros had brought her to the conclusion that he was repulsive, arrogant and narcissistic. I couldn’t argue with her on this, because I wasn’t a good judge of character.