Just then, Demitri comes into the gym, and I shout, “Stay back. Isabella’s memory has returned.” Demitri stops, his eyes instantly locking on Isabella. She lets out a burst of enraged laughter as her eyes lock on mine, cold and wild. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” I hold up a hand. “Calm down. Let’s talk.” “Talk?” she hisses. “TALK?”
