Chapter 347: Dust Cloud

"Collapse?!" Blaise echoed in horror, his eyes turning as wide as saucers. He groaned before picking Damon's limp body up from the ground, heaving his brother over his shoulder as though Damon was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

"The Alpha had me place detonators around the building!" Kyle explained, not caring that his plan was out for the entire load of hunters and vampires alike to hear. After all, once the bombs went off, the entire building would go and we would be nothing more than dead bodies stuck in the rubble. There wasn't a difference.

My eyes went wide at the same time as my mother's. I gave her one last scathing glance― she may have done me so much wrong in the span of the last week, but for years, she was that one light I had been trying to reach. In the end, I wasn't able to kill her myself even after what she had done. But I wasn't planning on saving her from this mess.