PENELOPE'S POV

Isolde?

Who's she?

Deamon ignored most of my questions as he dressed. I stopped asking and stood by the door, arms folded across my breast. “You're not leaving till I know who she is,”

“Pen,” he exhaled, grabbing his keys before walking to where I was. “Just get dressed, come downstairs, and everything will be explained to you, okay?”

I didn't want to believe him, I didn't though. But I had to take his words because I had a gutting feeling that sooner than ...