Isabella’s POV

By the time Peter and I walk through the front door of Elena and Cole’s house, I am vibrating with secrets. Not bad secrets. Not kidnapping secrets. Not Leon is insane, and I need therapy secrets. No. These are the best kind of secrets. The kind that makes your chest feel warm and your face hurt from smiling too much. I barely manage to kick off my shoes before I’m already halfway to the living room.

“Elena,” I say breathlessly. “I need to tell you something.”

She ...