Charlotte waited anxiously, her eyes locked on the entrance to the underground tunnel. Greenish smoke continued to pour out, carrying a stench that made anyone nearby cough violently or even pass out.
If just a little bit of that smoke could do that… what was happening to Damon inside?
"He … something must've happened to him in there," she whispered, gripping the sleeve of Diana's coat, her voice full of fear. "Please … we have to help him."
"I can't," Diana said softly, turning her face away. She swallowed hard, fighting the knot in her throat. "He told us to leave. And even if we went back in, I don't know if we could get him out. Not with all that smoke."
Louis had already sent the werewolves to grab protective gear—gas masks, special suits—but they were still at least thirty minutes away. And with so little time, no one could say for sure if Damon could hold on.
