CASTLE OF THE ROSE
CHAPTER TWELVE | LINE
Ethan and Abby both had their separate extracurricular activities again, which meant Logan was free to drive over to Elena's the moment she climbed into her car. Logan stopped by a Walgreen's on the way there to pick up a couple of bad celebrity magazines, a pack of colorful pens, and a candy bar for Elena to keep herself occupied. Logan wanted that girl's mind as far away from suicidal tendencies as possible.
Elena's car was, of course, parked in the driveway when Logan arrived. Logan parked at the curb and headed inside with her backpack on, swinging her Walgreen's bag around as she did. When she reached the front door she knocked twice before opening it herself. "Yo!" Logan shouted into the house.
Elena galloped down the stairs almost immediately. "Hey!" she said brightly. She was wearing a cute dark blue V-neck with dark flare jeans. The flare jeans were kind of her uniform. She probably had four pairs of the same brand of jeans. She probably ironed them, too. "I'm so glad you're here—you have no idea." She widened her eyes significantly as she reached the ground floor.
Logan smirked at her. "You're right, I have no idea," she admitted. "I've never been grounded." She flashed a smile at Elena, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly; then she stepped into the house and pulled the front door shut behind her. "So…have any visitors, um, stopped by? Other than me and Damon?"
She was really fishing for information on Elijah. Logan wanted to know if Elena had had some kind of traumatic encounter with him—though it was unlikely he would do anything traumatic, other than slapping off men's heads—and thought she needed to keep it from Logan to protect her.
Elena studied Logan suspiciously. "No," she said. "Why, did you expect someone to come by?"
Logan really wished she hadn't told Elijah that she would let him surprise Elena. This was more difficult than she'd thought. "Nope," said Logan. "Just curious." She grinned at Elena, who only looked more suspicious; Logan decided it was a good time to present the gifts from Walgreen's.
Logan and Elena retreated upstairs to Elena's room. Jeremy dropped by every fifteen minutes or so to double-check on Elena. This made Logan wonder how incompetent Jeremy thought she was, but she decided he was just worried about his sister. It was sort of cute, really.
The pair spent a good couple of hours watching dumb cat videos on YouTube, followed by a couple of episodes of Pretty Little Liars on Netflix. It was dinnertime or slightly past when Logan announced that she needed to do homework. "Oh, no," said Elena with real feeling, as Logan padded over to flop onto Elena's bed and unzip her backpack. "You're not going to leave, are you?"
"Nope," said Logan. She pulled out her Physics binder, and then paused, considering. A second later she sighed and looked back at Elena. "I have a confession to make."
Elena's eyebrows rose. "Wait, what?"
"I might have told Owen I was dating a twenty-six-year-old man named Elijah that I met at the library," Logan blurted. The second it was out she felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her chest.
But then she and Elena just stared at each other. "You…what?" said Elena slowly.
Logan resumed pulling supplies out of her backpack. "I'm not repeating that."
"You…you…" Elena stammered. Logan finished removing her school supplies and watched Elena patiently, waiting for her to gather her thoughts. Finally Elena burst, "That's so dumb! Elijah's going to find out and he's going to ruin it and Owen's going to know you lied and he's going to tell your mom!"
Actually, that hadn't even occurred to Logan. That part about Elijah being able to ruin it—not Owen telling Logan's mother; Logan had been quite aware of that possibility. "Oh," said Logan, as the idea grew worse and worse in her head. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh!" Elena exclaimed. She threw her hands in the air. "God, Logan! Why didn't you ask anyone first!?"
"First of all, it just kind of happened," Logan retorted. "Second of all, it wasn't like Owen asked me out in the morning and told me to give him an answer in the afternoon! He put me on the spot! Third of all, nobody bothered to answer my calls all day anyway!"
Elena shot out of the desk chair by her computer and began to pace, clearly fretting. "This is really bad," Elena said as she paced. She reached up to briefly hold her hair. "Owen is terrible at keeping secrets."
Logan started to chew the inside of her cheek. "Um, it kind of gets worse," she confessed. Elena rounded on her, eyes wide with disbelief, and folded her skinny arms. "Duncan Reyes told Owen that he—"
Oh, shit, Logan realized. She was about to tell Elena that she had met Elijah at the Grill yesterday. Oh, fuck, Logan thought, true panic coursing through her. If Elena was judging her for telling Owen that she was dating Elijah, Elena would judge her thirty times as hard for actually going somewhere willingly with Elijah. That was almost like dating, kind of.
Logan and Elena stared at each other. Logan was sure she looked like a deer in headlights. There was literally no way for her to get out of this now, save a divine interruption. "What did Duncan Reyes tell Owen, Logan?" Elena asked in an almost dangerous low voice.
Logan fidgeted.
And then the divine intervention truly took place. Clouds didn't part for sunshine and Jesus to emerge, and God the Father didn't shroud the earth in darkness, and the Holy Spirit didn't strike the earth like a bolt of lightning, but Elena's Aunt Jenna shouted upstairs. "Hey, Elena!"
"This isn't over," Elena swore. She shot Logan a clear look before turning around and marching out of her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her.
Logan stared at the closed door for what felt like a very long time. Then she huffed out a breath and collapsed backwards to lay spread-eagled on the bed and watch Elena's ceiling fan rotate. "Thank You, God in heaven," Logan said aloud. "You are incredible." She even saluted the ceiling in an attempt to salute the Good Lord.
It occurred to Logan that she was going to need a very good explanation for when Elena returned. She frowned and started to chew on the inside of her cheek again. It was a very bad nervous tic—Logan reflected that she had been more nervous than usual as of late. Ever since finding out vampires existed, actually.
But really, what on Earth was she going to tell Elena? What could Duncan Reyes have told Owen that would have any bearing on that conversation? Maybe Logan could say that Duncan Reyes spotted her with her one of Aaron's old friends, and that Duncan probably thought that was Elijah. Okay, thought Logan, growing increasingly optimistic. She could work with that.
Man—this was really shitty. She was just lying all over the place. Logan was really just scared of Elena's judgment: the harder Elena judged her, the more Elena would regret having told her anything about vampires; and maybe Elena would get desperate enough that she would make Damon compel Logan to forget or something. Elena would probably never tell Logan anything again, either.
Logan kind of wished she still didn't know anything. She wanted to go back to last year, honestly, when secretly dating Tyler Lockwood had been her worst problem.
She sat up and considered going downstairs to find Elena. Jenna had probably just gotten home; if they were lucky maybe Jenna had brought takeout or pizza with her. Logan straightened and was about to slide down off Elena's bed when she heard a door slam. Then she heard what sounded suspiciously like running footsteps.
What the hell? Logan wondered. The footsteps were followed by frantic knocking—not on Elena's closed bedroom door, but presumably on Jeremy's. A sense of panicked urgency increased in Logan and she leaned over to slap around on the bed to find her phone. If it was a vampire she doubted 911 could help, but being able to threaten someone with police was probably better than nothing—
Then Logan heard Elena's voice, followed by Jeremy's. Neither of them were yelling; both voices sounded quite calm. What they said was inaudible, but as far as Logan could tell, there were no immediate threats to anyone's lives.
In the next second Logan shot upright and flung three books to the floor at once. That wasn't Jeremy's voice anymore. That was the familiarly velvety voice of a certain Original vampire who had been inside the Gilbert house for an indeterminate amount of time. Fucking shit, thought Logan frantically. What if Elijah had overheard her conversation with Elena!? Did he know that Logan had literally told someone that she was dating him!?
Even worse, was he going to reference the fact that he had met Logan at the Mystic Grill in front of Elena!?
Maybe this was not a divine intervention but rather one of demonic origin. Logan was reddening steadily already. She quickly moved to pick her books back up off the floor and turned around to set them back down on the bed. A second later—stupidly enough—Logan darted over to double-check her reflection in Elena's full-length mirror.
Logan heard footsteps approaching as she was attempting to shake out her hair. She quickly side-stepped back over to the bed and began to rummage through her backpack, hoping to look preoccupied. She couldn't help that her heart was racing, though, and she knew Elijah could hear that. There was no helping it.
The door to Elena's room swung open silently. Logan prayed for a split second and then turned to look. "Logan—" Elena started to say as she entered the room, with wide doe eyes.
"Don't go anywhere," said Elijah, entering the room right after Elena. Elena immediately shut down, folding her arms and turning around to give Elijah a probably mutinous look. Elijah casually closed the bedroom door behind her, giving her the blankest of looks, before turning to look back at Logan.
For a second both of them just stared at each other. Logan tried her hardest to silently communicate with him, but it was a lot harder without being able to gesture. "Uh," said Logan, after a stretch of silence that was probably suspiciously long. "Hey?"
"Hey," said Elijah with the slightest hint of a smirk.
That gave it all away right there. He knew. Oh, he knew. Logan could have died. At least Elijah didn't say anything. Instead he turned to take a couple of calm, even steps across the room, passing Logan as he did. Logan wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor. She tugged uncomfortably at the collar of her shirt—it was ten times hotter in here than it had been a couple of minutes ago.
"Oh," said Elijah, seemingly as it occurred to him. "Forgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm." He paused to pick up a book and look at it.
Elena tried to exchange a look with Logan, who refused to meet her eye. "Why did you kill those vampires when they tried to take me?" Elena asked.
Logan's head snapped toward Elijah. He acknowledged her surprise with the slightest of nods as he sat down on Elena's window-seat, only about a foot away from Logan. Logan, with nothing else to do other than stand there awkwardly staring into the black depths of her backpack, turned and sat down on Elena's bed. "Because I didn't want you to be taken," Elijah explained.
Elena stared at him like he'd begun to spout Quantum physics formulas. "Niklaus is the most feared and hated of the Originals," Elijah continued. "But those that fear him are desperate for his approval. If word gets out that the doppelganger exists, there'll be a line of vampires eager to take you to him, and I can't have that."
While speaking Elijah had shifted and moved toward the wall to lean one shoulder against it. Logan watched him as he did. Why hadn't he said anything to her about having saved Elena's life? He had mentioned that he knew about her little suicidal outing, but he hadn't said what he'd done for her. Was that modesty?
Elijah glanced over at Logan, almost like he'd heard her thought. "Thank you," said Logan, as it was clear Elena wasn't about to say it. Elijah barely smirked at her before turning to look at Elena again. Logan grudgingly did the same.
Elena was looking at Logan with a combination of disbelief and irritation. She kind of shook her head and looked back at Elijah. "Is that not what you're trying to do?" she asked.
Logan wasn't sure where Elena wanted to go with that line of questioning. Logan knew that Elena knew Elijah was trying to stop Klaus, not help him. "Let's just say that my goal is not to break the curse," said Elijah.
"Then what is your goal?" asked Elena, dropping her arms and letting her hands slap to her sides.
It occurred to Logan quite suddenly that maybe Elena didn't trust her. The idea hurt at once. With the little look that Elena spared Logan, though, maybe it wasn't that far off. Elena, Logan realized, probably thought that she couldn't be trusted on matters where Elijah was involved. Bitch, thought Logan, increasingly annoyed. "Niklaus's obsessions have made him paranoid," said Elijah. "He's a recluse. He trusts only those in his immediate circle."
"Like you?" said Elena. It was almost like she was being purposefully stupid.
"Not anymore," Elijah said at once.
There was a brief pause. Logan wanted to tell Elena to suck it, that Logan had been right about Elijah's goals—but telling someone to suck it in front of a vampire was a really bad pun. "You don't know where he is, do you?" queried Elena.
Logan glanced at Elijah. He glanced down at his clasped hands in his lap; she saw a muscle in his jaw twitch, like he was clenching his teeth. "Does this matter?" Logan asked, looking back at Elena.
"Not now, Logan," said Elena, who had the gall to hold up a hand. She didn't even look at Logan, either.
Logan snorted. "You're intending to use me to draw him out," Elena said, keeping her eyes trained on Elijah and ignoring Logan.
When Elijah responded he sounded slightly cooler than he had before. "Well, to do that, I need you to stay put and stop trying to get yourself killed." He smirked at Elena.
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Elena asked.
"Well," said Elijah with a very light hint of playful sarcasm, "if I wasn't being truthful, all your family would be dead and I'd be taking you to Niklaus right now. Instead, I'm here, and I'm prepared to offer you a deal."
"What kind of a deal?" asked Elena, taking a step toward Elijah.
Elijah stood up. Logan watched him curiously as he began to pace slowly around the room, like some kind of panther circling its prey. "Do nothing," said Elijah. "Do nothing, live your life, stop fighting." He paused in front of Elena's dresser to study the clutter on top of it. "And then, when the time is right, you and I shall draw Niklaus out together, and I shall make certain that your friends remain unharmed."
As if to make some sort of statement—probably a reference to his goodwill gesture from several days ago—Elijah pointedly looked back at Logan. Then he looked at Elena for a good moment before resuming poking around in her things. "And then what?" asked Elena almost spitefully.
Elijah turned around, as Logan gave Elena a look of disbelief behind her back. Elijah had literally just told her that he was going to let her live her live and protect her friends. "Then I kill him," said Elijah.
Logan's eyes widened. Klaus was Elijah's brother. Now Elijah seemed to be purposefully keeping his gaze trained on Elena—avoiding looking at Logan. "Just like that?" said Elena.
"Just like that," said Elijah. "I'm a man of my word, Elena. I make a deal, I keep a deal." He gestured toward Logan without looking at her. "Logan could tell you that."
"How are you going to be able to keep everybody safe?" Elena asked suspiciously.
Dumb question to ask an Original vampire, Logan thought. He was virtually indestructible. "You know," said Elijah in an apparent non sequitur, "I notice you have a friend—Bonnie, is it? She seems to possess the gift of magic. I have friends with similar gifts."
He had mentioned the powerful warlock to Logan before. "You know witches," said Elena, folding her arms. The way she said it was almost demeaning.
"Together we can protect everybody that matters to you," Elijah said, apparently determined to keep the conversation polite. He stepped forward, watching Elena. "So do we have a deal?"
There was a long moment of silence. As it drew on Logan grew increasingly frustrated with Elena. "Just take it," Logan said.
Elena glanced toward her with a clear shut up look. Logan raised her hands in mock surrender. Elena turned back toward Elijah. "I need you to do one more thing for me."
Elijah raised his eyebrows. "We're negotiating now?"
"You need me," said Elena, her voice strengthening as she went on. "Now I know you do. Without me you can't draw out Klaus."
Elijah had to admit this was true. Logan watched him; she could've sworn she saw that muscle in his jaw twitch again. It was kind of attractive. "What do you want?" Elijah asked.
"You said you had witches," said Elena. Elijah inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the truth of the statement. "I want you to release Stefan from the tomb. He's trapped down there with Katherine."
Elijah stilled. Logan was sure she was the only one who noticed, but he definitely did freeze. Did he know Katherine? "Only if that is your final term," Elijah said at long last. "And I will not release Katerina."
Katerina? What? "Good," said Elena. "I don't want her released either." She held out her hand for Elijah to shake.
After a second Elijah took her hand. Then he released it and stood back, sliding his hands into the pockets of his coat. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement," he said with a polite little hint of a smirk. He glanced toward Logan, who raised her eyebrows. "I would like to speak with you for a moment, if you wouldn't mind."
Oh, fuck. Logan could already feel herself starting to blush. "Fine, I guess," she muttered, slipping off the bed and onto her feet. She turned to start gathering her books together. "I need to go home anyway."
"I'll come with you," said Elena at once.
Logan gave her a look. "Dude, you can't go outside."
Elena's eyes widened. "Logan!" she hissed, eyes flicking toward Elijah.
As Logan shrugged Elijah cleared his throat. "Don't worry," he said, a hint of what sounded like amusement in his voice. "I already knew."
Elena still seemed to want to be angry with Logan, though, for she stubbornly turned away, keeping her arms folded. Logan tried not to roll her eyes and finished repacking her backpack. She zipped it up and pulled on her coat before yanking it onto one shoulder; then she plucked up her phone.
When she turned around Elijah was standing by the door and watching her, expression inscrutable. Elena was standing between her desk and the foot of the bed, looking nervous. "You can't hurt her," Elena said, even as Elijah swung open the door to allow Logan to go first. "We have a deal."
"I am well aware, Miss Gilbert," said Elijah almost coldly. He glanced at Logan. "I will meet you outside."
For a second Logan was confused, but then she remembered that Elijah probably didn't want to get caught by Jeremy or Jenna. She nodded and he was gone with a whoosh. Before Logan could step out of Elena's bedroom to follow him, Elena grabbed her elbow and pulled her back. "Logan, what the hell!" Elena hissed. "Whose side are you even on!?"
Logan yanked her elbow out of Elena's grip. "Yours," she said, offended. "Why would you even ask me that?"
The two looked at each other for a long moment. Elena finally sighed and reached up to hold her hair for a moment. "I'm sorry," Elena said. "I'm just—I'm scared, Logan." She looked back at Logan and, for the first time in quite a while, looked fragile. Broken, almost. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me."
Logan felt rather guilty about being frustrated with Elena. It wasn't her fault that she was bad at being the crux of everyone's universe. Logan took Elena's hand and squeezed it. "You can trust Elijah," she said. "He really will keep his word. And it's a lot better to have him on our side than against us."
Elena bit her lip and nodded. "Be careful."
Logan released Elena's hand and took a step back. "I will," she said. She raised her hand to give Elena the peace sign. "I'll text you when I get home."
"Good," said Elena. "Oh—and tell me when Elijah has Stefan out, okay?"
"Sure," Logan agreed. She smiled reassuringly at Elena before turning and walking down the hallway toward the stairs. It took a matter of moments to reach the ground floor, and it only took a couple of minutes to say her goodbyes to Jeremy and Jenna, both of whom were in the kitchen; and then Logan walked outside into the evening air to meet her doom.
All right, so it wasn't her doom, probably. Unfortunately, Logan was already embarrassed as she stepped out onto the front porch, pulling the Gilberts' door shut behind her. She paused to draw in a deep breath, quite aware that Elijah was probably listening, before marching down off the front porch and onto the lawn.
Logan reached her car and unlocked it before Elijah made his appearance. She heard him walk up behind her as she swung open the passenger's side door to throw her backpack in. "So," said Logan, keeping her focus on the backpack. "You heard all of that, didn't you."
"Yep."
Logan closed her eyes for a brief moment. How embarrassing. Of course it was stupid to think that Elijah wouldn't find out, but…this was really fast. She opened her eyes again, steeled herself, and turned around, slamming the passenger's side door as she did. Logan leaned back against the door and folded her arms. "Yeah," she said, finally looking Elijah straight in the face.
He was only a few feet away, hands in the pockets of his dress pants. Somehow Elijah didn't seem amused at her expense; smiling a little to himself, but not laughing at her. Logan felt better. "Twenty-six, huh."
Logan scratched her head. "I was trying to think of an acceptable age gap," she admitted. "I personally think you're somewhere in the thirty-two vicinity, but you could pass for twenty-six at the lowest. That's only nine years."
Elijah's smirk was growing more noticeable. "And you've given this a great deal of thought?"
"No," Logan protested. "Your age doesn't really matter, given that you're actually thousands of years old. Even if I was the most mature person on the planet my maturity couldn't bridge that much of a gap."
"Perhaps not," said Elijah. Logan raised her eyebrows, but he didn't explain—had he just kind of said that maybe Logan could bridge the age gap with him? What did that even mean? "May I ask who Owen is?"
Logan laughed. Elijah seemed increasingly amused. "Owen Melbroke is an enigma," Logan explained, grinning to herself. "My parents are friends with his parents and we all went to the same church, so of course my mother thinks I should marry the guy." Logan rolled her eyes dramatically. "That party that I got kidnapped from? I went there with Owen as my date." Logan heaved a sigh. "He wore an Einstein tie."
Elijah actually kind of laughed. It was more like he was choking on a scoffing noise, but it was certainly something. Logan scrunched up her nose a little at him—he was beyond adorable. Logan was really glad that Elena wasn't here to see this. Elijah cleared his throat and scratched the side of his mouth, like he was trying to hide the fact that he'd almost laughed. "That's—certainly something," Elijah said.
"Indeed. Oh—and the Salvatores compelled my family to believe I'd been sick the entire time I was gone," Logan added as it occurred to her, "and when I went back to school, Owen came up to me and demanded to know why I'd left school. Apparently he thought I'd hated our date so much that I'd skipped school for a few days." She rolled her eyes again.
Elijah ducked his head, a half smile gracing his lips. "It certainly doesn't sound as though you enjoyed it."
"Oh, I didn't," said Logan frankly. "But if I said that to his face, he would tell his parents, who would tell my parents…"
"Ah," Elijah said, nodding.
"And I would be grounded, except for dates with Owen," Logan finished. "And cut off from all communication, except communication with Owen." Logan shook her head and reached up to push her hand through her hair. "He's not even attractive. I don't understand."
Logan abruptly realized that she had just told Elijah her thoughts on the attractiveness level of a guy. This was one weird conversation. "I feel rather badly for Owen," said Elijah, unmistakably playful. "It sounds as though he's trying very hard."
Logan smiled at him. Elijah half smiled back. Logan was rather dying of curiosity; she decided there was nothing to lose. "Speaking of dates gone wrong," Logan said, making the assumption on the basis of what she knew about Katherine, "how do you know Katherine?"
Elijah's smile disappeared immediately. "You are right to associate her with dates gone wrong," Elijah admitted. He glanced down for a moment. "I…had feelings for her once. Many years ago."
Damn, thought Logan. Her competition was an Elena lookalike vampire. A second after she thought this she realized that she had just categorized Elijah's ex as competition. "Can I ask what happened?" Logan asked, mostly to get out of her own head.
"Not much," Elijah said. He glanced back up at Logan. "I'm not entirely sure she would even qualify as a date." He paused, and then added, "Niklaus liked her as well."
"Oh," said Logan, eyes widening.
Elijah smirked. "Indeed."
Logan shook her head slightly. The situation really reminded her of Elena and the Salvatore brothers. As far as Logan knew, nobody liked Damon, least of all Elena; but Elena was the one who tolerated him the most. Honestly, Logan despised love triangles, in books and TV shows, and she would have hated to see one develop right before her eyes.
Besides, that was just a really shitty thing to do to your own brother. Then again, Logan realized, Klaus had thrown all of the other Originals into the sea. "Your brother sounds like a real piece of work," Logan said.
"Oh, he is," Elijah agreed. He glanced back at the Gilbert house for a second; Logan watched him curiously, partly admiring his jawline. When he looked back Logan tried not to feel like she'd been caught staring. "Onto more pleasant subjects," Elijah said, "I've introduced myself around town as a writer doing historical research. The historical society has offered their assistance. Would you mind identifying possible threats for me?"
Logan laughed—she couldn't help it. Elijah raised his eyebrows. "Sorry," Logan said sheepishly. "It's just—everyone's kind of a threat in there. From what Elena told me, essentially all of the Founding Families are really anti-vampire." Logan considered. "Also, Mrs. Lockwood is kind of a threat on her own without the whole vampire thing. She's really good at talking you into doing her favors without you realizing that you've been talked into it."
There was another reason that Logan disliked Mrs. Lockwood, but she felt revealing she had dated Tyler and that his father had abused him was not quite appropriate. She wanted to say that Mrs. Lockwood was a coward who ignored her own son's problems and pretended her husband didn't hit him. Elijah probably didn't care.
"I seem to have gotten myself into quite an interesting situation, then," Elijah observed. Logan snorted and Elijah kind of smirked at her. "I've been told there are several events hosted by the historical society," Elijah added. "I hope you wouldn't mind attending them with me."
Logan started to laugh, but then almost choked on her spit; the end result was a very strange squawk of sorts, followed by coughing. Elijah watched her with increasing amusement as she got a grip on herself. "Um, yeah," said Logan, fanning herself. "I would—er—be glad to."
"I wouldn't want to—ruin your pretense," Elijah teased, as he took a small step back from the curb.
"Okay, I'm going to need you to forget you ever heard about that," Logan said, pointing at him. "Seriously. I was desperate, you're attractive, and I was pretty sure Duncan Reyes had already told Owen about seeing us at the Mystic Grill yesterday."
For a second they both just looked at each other. Logan suddenly realized what she'd just said—she was really talking herself into holes tonight. "I don't blame you," said Elijah with a hint of joking arrogance. "I don't blame Owen, either."
Had he just complimented her? What?
Before Logan could ask, Elijah took another step back. "I will keep you updated," he said. "And before you ask, there are no updates on—the puzzle piece thing." He half smiled at Logan and nodded. "Goodbye, Logan."
"Bye," said Logan, raising her hand. In the next second Elijah had turned and was gone. For a very long moment Logan stared at the place in the grass where he'd stood—she really wasn't sure what had just happened; but then she thought that Elena might have her hide if she didn't text her about getting home soon, so Logan walked around her car to climb in and make the short drive back.
As Logan pulled around the corner of the street she wondered what on Earth one was supposed to wear to historical society functions. She was going to have to Google it when she got home.
AUTHOR'S NOTE | Heyo! :) More Elijah, yay! Obligatory Elena, boo! ;) Hope y'all liked this chapter and had a great week!
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