The three brothers walked into the living room casually. My grandparents sat in the two big armchairs next to the small window. Kol and Elijah took up the whole sofa. I sat in the last armchair. Klaus probably could have sat on the sofa if he had asked Kol to budge up but instead he sat on the arm of my armchair.
I had brought my knees up to my chest and was hugging them as I kept my eyes closed. Kol hadn't been playing around with my dreams the past few nights, Klaus had made sure of that but I still couldn't get the image of that nightmare out of my head.
"I think we've been here long enough," Kol said with a sigh making me open my eyes and lift my head to look at him.
"Where are the group of healers that you were expelled from?" Elijah asked.
My grandparents remained silent, unmoving. I remained silent, unmoving.
"If you give us that information, we won't kill you," Klaus said.
I lifted my head to look at him. Then I looked to my grandparents, they were staring at him in disbelief. They didn't believe him. I would have liked to believe him but I wasn't sure whether I could or not.
"I don't trust you," my grandmother said.
"Elijah is a man of honour. If Elijah said that then I would have believed it-" my grandfather started, he was probably about to continue speaking if Elijah hadn't interrupted him.
"If you give us the information about where the rest of the healers are I promise that as a family, we will not kill you," Elijah said.
My grandparents exchanged glances before my grandmother nodded. They both sighed and I found myself gripping my legs tighter than I originally had been. My grandfather got up and rolled up the rug to reveal the wooden floor boards one of which had a hole in. He pulled up the floorboard and pulled out a small box from underneath.
My grandfather opened up the box and took out a large folded piece of paper which he unfolded to reveal a … a blank piece of paper.
"Good luck getting there, it was hell getting out," my grandfather said with a pale look.