Marked by the Alpha
Martha was already moving, low and fast, cutting the angle toward her instead of me, which was right, which was exactly what she should've done, and I forced myself to think past the roaring in my chest and actually look at the field instead of just running blind into it.
Damon hadn't moved from the doorway.
That told me everything. A man who sets a trap and doesn't flinch when it goes off is a man who knew exactly what it would do, which meant it wasn't meant to kill her. It was meant to blind us, to slow us down and to buy him something.
"It's a diversion," I said, mostly to myself, mostly too late.
"Ryan." Martha's voice, tight. "She's not hurt. Flash charge, that's all, some chemical tri
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