Before Lydia could say anything else, Damon stepped forward and socked her in the jaw. She spun on the spot before collapsing onto the ground, completely knocked out cold from just one hit. I gasped, jumping out of the way as she crashed right beside my feet.
"Peace and quiet at last," he muttered under his breath, his expression as though he was just short of spitting right in her face for wasting his time.
Blaise sighed and shook his head, gesturing to the blood that had flowed out of Lydia's nose from that hit.
"You stained the soil," he flatly said.
"Just get someone to scoop it up," Damon retorted. "Big deal." He nudged Lydia's unconscious body with the tip of his boot. "Get your men to check the borders for those fucking vamps. Who knows how many of the camp's weaknesses had been relayed to those bloodsuckers before she got found out?"