Bite-Sized

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"How did you get into my bedroom?"

She freezes when she spots him, her eyes immediately darting to the drawer where she keeps her weapons. Too far away.

Klaus shrugs from his seat by her window, bored. "Through the hall doorway, as it happens."

"No, I mean– who invited you in?"

He smirks, then, and apprehension curdles in her stomach.

"Oh, you don't recall? You did."

Her apprehension boils over into dread. "No, no, I definitely didn't. And besides, why would I?"

"Oh, you wouldn't remember. I made sure of that, after I switched out the vervain you douse your coffee with." Klaus stands, then, and crowds her up against the wall before she knows what's happening. He twines a strand of her hair around his finger, rubbing it overly familiarly between his thumb and forefinger. "As to why," he murmurs, leaning down to press his mouth against her cheek, her jaw, her throat, "I should think that shall become clear soon enough."


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