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“Where is he?” “In my bedroom. Asleep.” I put out a hand before she could rise to her feet. “No. He is exhausted. You will not disturb him. Whatever you want him for can wait.” “Can it?” Her eyes flickered over me with an odd light, like she knew something I didn’t. “How are your powers?” “Fine.” I bit off, mildly irritated. “Since you’re here, answer this for me. Elian bit me, and drank my blood. Yet he’s still alive. How is that possible?”

Elena screamed, her voice tearing her throat as she threw herself toward the edge of the pit. On the other side of the melting obsidian wall, the barrier finally shattered. Klaus Mikaelson stepped through the smoke, his massive Lycanframe completely transformed into the Weaver's supreme engine of extinction. His black-rimmed eyes were fixed entirely on her face, and he didn't hesitate. He lunged across the collapsing chamber, his massive iron claws outstretched to catch her throat just as the ceiling above them dropped a secondary avalanche of dark stone that sealed the entire shaft in absolute, suffocating darkness.

He walked over to the door, his large hand resting on the brass handle before he turned back to look at me one last time. ​"Get some sleep," Mike said softly. "You're safe up here." ​"Goodnight, Mike," I murmured. ​"Goodnight, Eloise." ​The door clicked shut, plunging the room into darkness. I buried my face into the high collar of his massive hoodie, the rich, woodsy scent of him completely enveloping me as I closed my eyes, my heart aching with a beautiful, terrifying new realization: the slow burn was officially turning into something I couldn't escape.

Alice swallowed hard, her head starting to work again and coming to some rather worrying conclusions “She had not just friendly feelings towards you, but… That means… You two…” "No. I have never touched Kendra in my life.” he stated, firmly. “So why are we talking now?” Alice snapped, nervously “If you and my mother never had anything, then how could I be your daughter?!” “Listen…” Micah sighed, head down “Do you remember when I said I used to be close with Kendra’s young sister, Elise? She and I were… Much more than friends. I used to work in your grandfather’s house when I was young, together with my father, his gardener. Elise and I were like childhood friends, so to speak, even though he

Graham told him. “Don’t mention it. Bella has always been a friend to my pack. I haven’t forgotten her generosity when we first met. Neither have my men, or Diana for that matter. They have been almost obsessed with me finding a mate since they saw how your luna is.” Mikael smiled. “Ellie has that effect on people. Don’t worry, my friend, your time will come,” Graham told him. “You know that I’m cursed, my friend. That is not in my future,” Mikael sighed.

“Berenice is here.” I’m certain Benny didn’t tell anyone about us. If she did, I wouldn’t be standing here, breathing and dreading seeing her again. I’d be six feet under, or worse, burning in the hellfire of his father or Klaus’ anger. “How is she?” The question was out of my lips before I realized it. Markus kept his eyes on Mikael, his large hand ready to catch the child as he slowly took a sitting position. Mikael is the little version of Klaus, green eyes and dark curls, and also inherited his grumpy mood. He started grunting when he couldn’t get a hold of the biggest owl dangling from the center of the overhead gym.

"You're horrible!" "Come on, let me have some fun. I miss teasing my brothers. Levi is no fun." Micah stood up as well, wrung his hands together, and looked at the darkening sky. "I miss my brothers. I miss everybody. How is... How is Elyse?" "Still in the demon realm." I answered. I had no idea how she actually was. "Good." Micah nodded, before looking at me with a serious face. "I need you to do something. At my funeral, you have to read out my will."

Still, I couldn’t have ever predicted this. "Look, all I'm saying is, you don't have to compete with a witch. At the end of the day, you're his mate and personally, I don't see why you'd be jealous of her anyway. Clearly, she dresses better than you," I scowled at that, but he kept going. "But you're ... alright, in your own right." If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was the smallest bit flustered. Elijah had told me Miqella wasn't good with feelings, the two of them spent a good deal of time together. But to see it myself was different.

“We’ll help you, Richard. Not because we have to. Because we want to.” His eyes brimmed with tears. The first time I had ever seen him look so defeated. “I never wanted you involved,” he whispered. “I thought I could protect her… I thought hiding Elina from the world would be enough.” “It never is,” Elijah muttered. “When monsters want blood, they always find a way.” Just then, my phone buzzed. Luna: MOM! We're back from camp early! Surprise! Where are you? :) My heart plummeted.

"There, back to being a goddess." Elisa stared at him for a moment, then pressed her lips on his and kissed him deeply. "I'm ready now," she announced after breaking the kiss. She proceeded to leave the restroom, but Ansel grabbed her hand again. "It's him. Isn't he? Michael is the Mikey from your story. The one who did depraved things to you with the help of Gerald," he said. His voice grated harshly. Elisa looked at him with surprise. "How did you..."