There was a knock on the door that made Davina, Josh, and Camille's heart freeze. Davina whispered harshly, "Where we expecting anyone?"
Both Camille and Josh moved there head, signaling a no. Behind the door, a soft, mother, British accent, "Davina, sweetheart. I'm not here to hurt you, I swear. I promise you. Josh, my husband shall pardon you, and Camille, no offer for you until future notice. You'll need someone later. But please, open this door, we haven't much time left."
Agreeing to the woman's pleas, they opened the door. Davina was shocked at the person behind it. She've heard stories of the cruel wife of the Original Hybrid, but to see her right now, with the face of an angel, it was impossible to believe that those doe blue eyes would hurt all those people. But she knew appearance lie and people lie. She was beginning to understand that.
"I know you don't trust me-" started Amelia.
But Camille interrupted, "You're right. We don't..."
Amelia's glare stopped her from going further, "Like I was saying, but I promise you. They won't do anything that you don't want them to do. Davina, I have something most people don't have... Klaus' sort of undying love and his trust. He'll go with whatever to keep me happy. I have carte blanche with him. Allow me to help you."
Something screamed inside of Davina, "Treacherous lies! You'll just take me to him!"
She sent Amelia flying to the wall. Her newly found strength vanished, muffled cries heard from her, making Amelia's heart yearn to help her.
But instead, she took the hint and left them alone for now, her husband didn't need to know about her whereabouts.
She had found them walking through a crowded little party. Her nerves, a complete disaster.
Klaus looked at her sudden reappearance, "Where have you been love?"
"Searching for you little witch. Klaus, I think you need to let her come back on her own," Amelia responded sincerely.
Klaus ignored her statement, and found something he knew she wouldn't resist. Her little friend.
Tim.
Appalled at her husband's thoughts- sometimes, they ran at the same wavelength.
Klaus walked toward the violinist, compelling him to do his biding.
She hid her thought and feeling well, but tonight she knew she wouldn't be able to. The violinist, the child, was going to become a victim in Niklaus' little game to have the upper hand.
It was deeply infuriating, but nothing Klaus did was surprising anymore. Her needed to learn better tricks and better ways to react.
Her husband's abattoir.
From Amelia's second floor room, she could hear Davina's revenge against Klaus, Marcel, and Elijah. Telling them truths other people wish they could say without getting killed by them.
A few seconds later, after the screams were gone, she heard Rebekah's voice ring downstairs, trying to get an alliance with the number one witch of the moment. Deciding not to interrupt, she decide to wait and see how it'll play out. Davina was a powerful ally they could use.
