CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL DON.
The emergency lights, low and sickly yellow, flickered on, barely cutting through the gloom.
Damon used the darkness and the few seconds of shock to launch himself into a terrifying, dragging crawl back toward the open doorway where the light of the main hall spilled in.
Vladimir roared—a sound of pure, frustrated fury—as his prey slipped away. He didn't hesitate; he plunged his hand into his own jacket, retrieving a silenced secondary pistol he always kept concealed, and fired two quick, cold shots into the darkness where Damon had been. He missed.
Damon Salvatore, crawling, choking, and bleeding a trail of his own life, burst out of the shadows and back into the main library room. He dragg
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