hurried into the little room again.
“Do you want to hold it or shall I?”
“You hold it…for me. Take care of it.” ●本●作●品●由●思●兔●網●提●供●線●上●閱●讀●
Anyone who knew of Damon’s track record, especially with
regards to Elena or even an old diamond that had belonged to Elena,
would have said Stefan had to be a madman. But Stefan wasn’t mad.
He clasped his hand over his brother’s that held the diamond.
“And I’ll hold on to you,” he said with a faint, wry smile.
“I don’t know if anyone is interested,” Meredith said, “but there is
a single button on the inside of this contraption.”
“Push it!” cried Sage and Bonnie, but Elena cried more loudly,
“No—wait!”
She’d spotted something. Across the lobby, the Guardians had
been unable to stop a single, apparently unarmed citizen from entering
the room and crossing the floor at a high-paced graceful glide. He must
have been over six feet tall, wearing an entirely white tunic and
breeches, which matched his long white hair, alert foxlike ears, and the
long flowing silky tail that waved behind him.
“Shut the door!” bellowed Sage.
“Oh, my!” breathed Bonnie.
“Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” snarled Damon.
“Don’t worry. It’s only a fellow prisoner. A silent fellow. Hey,