on Meredith.
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away into hay-colored blades that fell to the ground.
The next moment she was holding Stefan.
“Let’s get inside, my dears,” Mrs. Flowers said. “It’s safe in the
storage room—the able help the wounded, of course.”
Meredith and Stefan were taking great gasping breaths.
But Shinichi had the last word.
“Don’t you worry,” he said, strangely calm as if he realized he’d
lost—for now. “I’ll get that sphere back soon enough. You don’t know
how to use that kind of Power anyway! And besides all that, I’m going
to tell you what you’ve been hiding from your so-called friends. Just a
few secrets, yes?”
“The hell with your secrets,” shouted Bonnie.
“Language, language! How about this: One of you has kept a
secret all their life, and is doing so even now. One of you is a
murderer—and I am not speaking of a vampire, or a mercy killing, or
anything like that. And then there is the question of the true identity of
Sage—good luck on your research there! One of you has already had
their memory erased—and I don’t mean Damon or Stefan. And what
about the secret, stolen kiss? And then there is the question of what
happened the night