ut! Run!” Sage’s voice came
rumbling to her.
“The horses,” screamed Elena.
“Finished! Get out, damn you!”
Elena had never heard Sage swear before. She dropped the subject.
Elena never knew how she and Meredith did get out, tumbling over
each other, trying to help and only getting in each other’s way. Bonnie
was already out, by virtue of the coach having hit a pole and sending her
flying. Fortunately, it had sent her into a square of ugly but springy red
clover, and she wasn’t seriously injured.
“Ahhh, my bracelet—no, there it is,” she cried, grabbing
something glittering out of the clover. She cast a cautious look upward
into the crimson night. “Now what do we do?”
“We run!” came Damon’s voice. He came around the wreckage of
the corner where they had fallen in a heap. There was blood on his
mouth, on the previously immaculate white at his throat. It reminded
Elena of those people who drank cow’s blood as well as milk for
nutrition. But Damon only drank from humans. He would never stoop to
equine blood…
The horses will still be here and so will Bloddeuwedd, a harsh
voice explained in her head. She would play with them; there would be
pain. This way was quick. It was…a whim.
Elena reached for his hands, gasping. “Damon! I’m sorry!”
“GET OUT OF HERE,” Sage was roaring.