this place clear and fighting Bloddeuwedd on her behalf—God bless you
for that, Elena thought, envisioning a standing-room-only lobby as they
tried to race with Stefan across the floor. As it was, they were alone.
“Now we need your key again, Elena,” Damon’s voice, just above
her, said.
Elena gently pried Stefan off her throat. “Just for a moment, my
darling. Just for a moment.” ω思ω兔ω網ω文ω檔ω共ω享ω與ω在ω線ω閱ω讀ω
Looking at the door, Elena was confounded for several moments.
There was a hole, but nothing happened when she put the ring in it and
pushed, jammed, or twisted left or right. Out of the corner of her eye she
saw some dark shadow above her, dismissed it as irrelevant, and then
had it come screaming at her like a dive-bomber, steel talons reaching
for her.
There was no roof. Bloddeuwedd’s talons had methodically ripped
it away.
Elena knew it.
Because somehow Elena suddenly saw the whole of the situation,
not just her part in it, but as if she were someone outside her body, who
understood many more things than puny little Elena Gilbert did.
The Guardians were here to prevent collateral damage.
They could or would not stop Bloddeuwedd.
Elena knew that, too.
All the people running down the other corridor had been doing
what an owl’s prey normal