EIGHTEEN!!.... HEAT ATTACK

“Sabella?” Damon called, getting up from his chair, and before I could say Jack, he was already by her side, taking the bag from her.

Isabella offered him a weak smile, and they led her to the couch.

What was she doing here? And with bags?

Oh, this had better not be what I was thinking.

I rose, uncertain of how to react, my gaze drifting between her and the boys.

“Isabella, it's so good to see you,” Damon murmured, pulling her into a warm embrace.

“Yeah, we were worried about you.”

She took a seat and they both sat beside her, all googly eyes and sad looking. It irritated the shit out of me.

“How are you coping? I'm so sorry about what happened.”

She gave Damon a look and sniffed, “It's just….it's just so hard. I can't imagine that he's gone,”

Tears spilled down her cheeks and I kicked myself, mentally, for being too unreasonably jealous to begin with. This woman just lost her mate.

Why was I being such a bitch?

As if on cue, I heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, and Dean came