MARKED
Her voice cracked like old glass, and I felt it.
"I didn't come here to argue with you, Bella. Let the girl go. We'll talk at home," Damon said through clenched teeth.
"Home?" Bella whispered, her silver eyes gleaming. "There is no home, Damon. You made sure of that."
Then she smiled. But it wasn't sweet. It was pure, evil joy. My stomach turned.
"I won't really kill her," she said. And just like that, she bit into her own wrist.
"No-!" I screamed.