"This isn't how I was expecting our girl's weekend to go." Caroline growled, eyes squeezed shut as they bounced down a dirt road that belonged more in the backwoods near mystic falls than here. From the overgrowth and deep divots, it had clearly fallen out of use ages ago. Awesome. Bonnie was swearing under her breath, but teenage years spent off-roading and racing down old gravel roads served them well; so far, they'd avoided a flat tire or spinning out.

"I didn't get my passport so I could be pulled into a French horror movie," Bonnie said, the steering-wheel creaking under her grip. "When I said I wanted to see rustic country side, I was not referring to Revolutionary France, Care."

Caroline grunted in response, using her good leg and arm to brace her against the seat. Her leg ached, her head hurt and her veins burned, but she couldn't regret her rampage. Well, maybe that it hadn't been longer. She wished she'd had more time to actually make those deaths hurt. Ripping heads off and pulling out hearts was quick and messy, but it didn't linger.

There were no slow deaths to dread. No chance to dig into the psyche of those witches, show them real fear. She didn't even care that she was wearing her vampire face like a shield, bits and pieces of the dead clinging to her clothes and caught under her nails.

Goddamn witches.

Still...

"Let's not even joke about French horror. It's not funny." Caroline said firmly. "I had nightmares."

"Oh, I'm perfectly aware. Not only did you force me to watch your 'educational' foreign film night from hell, but I just watched you slaughter half-a-dozen witches. I didn't mind the witch slaughtering so much due to the torture, but it's still gross." The car jerked and Bonnie let loose a truly impressive string of profanity. "Now I'm driving down something that hasn't been a road since we were honest-to-God teenagers."

Caroline opened her eyes carefully, relieved that the car hadn't started swimming in colors and those odd, twisted shapes. Werewolf venom always made her head spin, but it was the worse when the hallucinations started.

Today had started off with so much promise.

"No, you may not crash my weekend with Bonnie." Caroline said firmly, strolling toward the hotel elevator with a bounce in her step. She'd finally - finally! - talked Bonnie Bennett into visiting her in Europe. Nancy wasn't Paris or Milan, but it was beautiful. And Bonnie had asked to avoid the tourist hot spots.

Well, mostly. They were mostly avoiding them. That counted, right?

"I'm starting to feel like you don't want me around. Romantic weekends with Klaus, which, gag; now a weekend with the witch."

Caroline rolled eyes. "Rebekah. I invited you to Hawaii - you said no. Your brother invited himself."

"From the way he's been strutting, you didn't complain; I don't want to know about beach sex." Rebekah huffed.

"Uh, first of all? Sand. Second, I'm not having sex with your brother." Mostly. Letting him lick her into orgasm didn't technically... okay fine. She mostly wasn't having sex with Klaus.

"I don't care, I don't want details." Rebekah said flatly. "And why Nancy? I don't care what the witch says, there are better places so see."

"So you want me to go to Paris without you?"

"Don't you dare." Rebekah said sternly. "Take her to Tokyo or Rome or whatever other city my brother tried to woo you with, Paris is mine."

"Does that mean I get Milan?"

"Caroline, I realize my brother has given you some allusions of grandeur, but no. Baby vampires do not get cities." Rebekah sighed. "How long are you keeping the witch around?"

Caroline tapped her foot impatiently, glaring at the elevators. Why did they always take so long? "Hopefully a week, but she's going to try fly home Sunday. I might have, sort of, already changed her ticket - so at minimum, a week. I might manage two."

"Fine. But after that, no brothers and no witches. We'll rent a yacht and eat people."

"I miss you too, Bekah." Caroline said she fished for her key-card. Pausing outside the hotel door, she glanced up. Something felt... off. Glancing around the hall, she frowned when she realized she couldn't hear anyone else on the floor.

"So I'm meeting Bonnie." Caroline continued, eyes narrowing as she caught the faintest hint of blood. There was definitely something wrong with this floor. She flicked her gaze to the door that matched her key card and pursed her lips for a moment.

"I'm pretty sure we might be reenacting that bar scene in Milan later. You know, the one where we drank way too much and had to stagger back to the hotel?"

Rebekah paused. When she spoke, her voice held the faintest of edges. "The one where you tried to pick up those drunk idiots on my dare and failed."

"I've never failed at picking up anyone." Caroline said firmly. It was slaughtering them she occasionally messed up on. And it would have been fine, if she hadn't chased him to his friends - who happened to be furry. "I'm amazing at getting what I want, I totally even caught your brother, although it's debatable about wanting at the time. But for your context, yes. That'll work."

"Speaking of my brother, he made some noise about stopping by to see me. We both know he just wants to see if I'll gossip." Rebekah sighed. "Don't do anything stupid like pick someone up - I cannot deal with that level of drama."

"Why is it always about you? I'll call you later, okay?" Leaving her phone on, she dropped it into her purse and stepped into a war zone.

"How bad is it?" Bonnie asked, breaking into the silence. "The bite?"

"I've got time." How was this her life, that she knew the stages of werewolf poison? She wasn't sure what she was telling Bonnie she had time for exactly; time to be caught; time to fight; time for Klaus to find her? She knew Rebekah had understood her message and had heard the fight in the hotel room.

"How much time?" Bonnie asked, foot pressing as hard onto the petal as she dared. "Because that containment spell of mine is only going to last another half hour. I'm not sure we're going to have enough lead time between us by then to avoid them. When we get back to civilization, I'm going to use that dead body in the trunk to track those fuckers and then I'm going to set your very crazy boyfriend on all of them."

"That was an impressive spell." Caroline told her, wincing as the car slammed into a deep hole, jarring her whole body. "When did you pick that one up?"

"It was… I was loaned a grimore." Bonnie said finally. "It's draining though, so I don't know how much use I'll be in the short-term."

"Well, you did great." Caroline told her. "I wasn't expecting the wolves."

Bonnie snorted. "I'm the reason we're even in this god-forsaken forest. If I hadn't gotten caught they would've never caught you."

"We don't know that. And hey, at least we're not in the cabin anymore." Caroline pointed out. It might've been a nice cabin, if not for the death tunnels underneath it, the vervain-water pumped inside, and that torture chamber she'd found Bonnie in. She'd no idea what forest they'd been taken to, but she was going to find out.

Mostly, she just needed them find a way to contact Rebekah again. Dead witches and an angry, temporarily contained werewolf pack on a full moon? Oh yeah, even she knew that they needed back up. Hopefully the angry, Original kind. Caroline didn't doubt that Rebekah contacted Klaus. She just didn't know how much time has passed or if the witches had been smart enough to hide them from tracking spells.

Still, the witches were dead. Hopefully that meant any interference was gone as well.

"Did you happen to overhear anything that would help us understand why they grabbed us?" Caroline asked. "I'm never going to hear the end of it if this was a random snatch and grab.

"From what little I could hear, we just have amazing bad luck, which, surprise. The witches and this pack use that hotel as a sort of bait and switch near full moons. That particular room of ours? They used it to trap witches and vampires. The rest of the time they must either rent it out to humans or have it under repair or something. Did you check to see who owned it before booking?"

"Seriously? How was I supposed to suspect that a perfectly normal hotel was really the supernatural version of the Hunger Games? I'm suspicious, not crazy." Caroline huffed. "And yes, I did check to see if there were any local pack issues, hello, full moon, and got nada. Who knew the witches here were insane?"

"I think they consider themselves more of the 'Most Dangerous Game' variety of hunters." Bonnie said wearily. "They were so disappointed you were a baby."

"First, how long am I going to have to deal with the damn baby-vampire tag? It's getting ridiculous. Also, I hope I squashed that disappointment when I ripped their heads off. Assholes." Caroline pressed her foot into the floor to brace as they made a sharp turn. "And, 'Most Dangerous Game?' That story sucked in AP English. Pretty sure it's not any better now. Plus, pretty sure the guy doing the hunting died in the end."

"Yup. Pretty sure that's the thrill part of it."

Caroline was silent for a long moment. "So they didn't know about our other… connections?"

"I don't know." Bonnie said finally. "What I've been doing for the Originals is basically witch-on-retainer. Other than the events in New Orleans, I've avoided being publicly linked to anyone."

Both women grimaced at each other.

"Well, I suppose it could be… watch out!"

Bonnie screamed as the shadow jumped at them, wheel jerking in her hand as she pumped the break. Caroline slammed against her seat-belt and moaned at the agony that flared in her hip. The car skidded and slammed sideways into a tree; Bonnie bounced off the steering wheel, head snapping sharply at the sudden stop. Caroline stared at the spinning roof for long moments before slowly forcing herself to move.

"Bonnie?"

Silence worried her, and she blinked past her own spinning vision to listen to her heartbeat. "Bonnie?"

"Oh spirits," Bonnie finally moaned. "I think I'm dead."

"Not quite." Caroline heaved out a pained gasp as she moved. "Can you get out of the car?"

Bonnie lifted her head slowly, the cut across her forehead sharp against her skin. She licked her lips, pupils too-wide and uneven in the dark, her expression dazed. "Maybe."

"I can try to help."

"Yup." Bonnie fumbled for her door. "We'll try that in a moment."

Nodding, every bone aching Caroline shoved her door open. Staggering out of the vehicle, she gave herself a moment to find her balance. Holding the door with one hand, she stared at the crumpled tire-wheel and cursed.

"We're so fucked."

"Yay, optimism." Bonnie grumbled as she slid out of the car. Stretching to her full height, she hesitated and clutched at the car, bending at the waist.

Caroline started in her direction at the sound of heaving, but Bonnie's hand waved her back. Caroline grimaced and waited. She heaved for a long moment she lifted herself back up.

"I think I have a concussion." She wiped her mouth and grimaced, complexion chalky. "Probably whiplash."

"The tree smashed in the tire wheel." Caroline told her. "Pretty sure you're done driving anyway. Goddamn deer."

Bonnie stared at her before closing her eyes. "So just to recap: we've been kidnapped, I've been tortured and have a concussion, you've been bitten by a werewolf and we just wrecked the car."

Caroline grimaced. "Sounds right."

Bonnie sighed. "We're fucked."

Caroline nodded and slowly lowered herself to the ground; her knees felt shaky. A few moments later, Bonnie joined her. For a minute, they just sat in the dark, the smell of Bonnie's blood and the death of the witches between them.

"How do we get ourselves into these things?" Bonnie leaned against her, head falling to Caroline's shoulder. "This shit only happens when I'm with you."

"Talent." She caught Bonnie's fingers between her own, squeezed. "I'll probably hear the wolves coming. You get into the car and shut the door. They want me."

"I'm not getting into the car without your vampire ass, so shut up." Bonnie growled.

"Bon..."

"Caroline, shut up. I'm seeing spots if I look at something too hard, you're poisoned and were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere - the French version. Even if I could physically get into the car, I'm not."

"Well, fine then." Caroline leaned against her, eyes shutting. "See if I try to save your life again."

"Good."

Caroline strained to listen to the woods as silence settled. Was that noise another deer? A wolf? She kept seeing shadows behind her eyes, so she wasn't sure if she couldn't trust herself.

"You need blood." Bonnie broke the silence. "Your face is still all splotchy from the vervain."

"Werewolf venom makes it hard to heal." Caroline shrugged and then winced. "Not that healing is an option right now, even if I had blood."

Bonnie tightened her grip on Caroline's hand. "Take some of mine."

"What? No! I'm not taking any of your blood. You need it. Donating the amount I'd take when you have a concussion is a bad idea. If I wasn't poisoned, I'd be shoving my blood down your throat." Caroline said firmly. "And anyway, witches taste funny."

"What?" Bonnie pushed up, and squeezed her eyes shut as she clearly fought another wave of nausea. When she blinked her eyes open they weren't quite focused. "Witches don't taste funny."

"How do you know that?" Caroline asked. "It could be a personal thing. Like, hating the flavor of banana taffy. Witches are banana taffy - weird, oddly colored and gross."

"I've been told..." She started and then stopped abruptly. "I have a concussion."

"Bonnie Bennett. Who have you been sharing blood with? And why haven't I heard about it? Didn't I regale you for like, an hour about Klaus? What was that? Two days ago?"

"Oh God, if it'd only been just an hour," Bonnie complained, slumping back down.

"That's beside the point." Caroline deflected. "Why am I sitting in this stupid forest, being hunted by wolves, after being kidnapped by witches and only now – now – am I finding out about a tete-a-tete?"

"It was nothing."

"You let him bite you. Are you dating?" Caroline demanded. "You have a boyfriend? A vampire boyfriend?"

"We're not dating." Bonnie growled. "He's not my boyfriend! Seriously, aren't we too old for that?"

Caroline waved a bloody hand around. "Witch! You're a bloody witch. I thought I was the only real vampire in your life."

"I know." Bonnie said, eyes squeezed shut. "Can you just drop it?"

"Witches do not let vampires just randomly have a drink... you've had sex! I know that look! That's you're guilty-sex look." Caroline's eyebrows snapped together. "You didn't tell me!"

"I don't have a guilty sex look." Bonnie argued, cracking her eyes open to glare. "There wasn't anything to talk about."

"Bon Bon, please. That's your 'omg-the-hate-sex-was-amazing-it'll-never-happen-again-the-third-times-the-charm' expression."

Bonnie groaned. "You cannot possibly know that. That's not what happened!"

"The hate-sex or that you've jumped and ravished whoever this was three times?"

"He could've ravished me." Bonnie muttered.

"He probably tried." Caroline agreed with a smirk. "But my money is on you doing something witchy, pinning him to a flat surface and totally getting what you wanted."

Bonnie stated at her speechless.

Caroline patted her on the back. "It's okay. And I know, because you're my best friend, but more importantly, we experienced our awkward, saving-the-world years together. And this is totally not your first hot hookup. I really want to know who."

Bonnie pressed her hands over her face and mumbled something not even Caroline's vampire hearing could translate. Carefully nudging Bonnie with her shoulder, she tried again. "Repeat that?"

"I hate you," Bonnie finally heaved, voice flat. "Kol Mikaelson."

"Kol Mikaelson?" Caroline repeated, voice strangled. "Bonnie!"

"Not a word, Caroline." Jaw set in a hard line, Bonnie glared at her. "And it's not happening again."

Caroline gaped at her. And then she just started laughing. Clutching Bonnie's shoulders in support, Caroline laughed until her side hurt. Bonnie was completely rigid, cheeks red.

"I hate you."

"You love me," Caroline giggled. "Please, please tell me it was good."

Lips compressed into a thin line that didn't entirely hide the faintest quirk of her lips, Bonnie finally nodded once. Caroline opened her mouth to snark when the world started spinning. Sliding face first onto Bonnie's lap, she moaned at the sharpness of the pain. Bonnie frantically called her name and Caroline finally groaned out an assurance.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine. You fainted."

Caroline let her friend adjust her, so that her cheek was flat against her thigh, weight lifted off of her bad hip. "I didn't."

"Seriously?" Bonnie demanded. "That was you keeling over in my lap. It's getting worse."

Caroline finally nodded. "You should move away from me. I'll be too weak to chase you, but like this I'll bite when the pain gets too bad."

Bonnie threaded her fingers through her tangled hair. "No."

Caroline clutched at Bonnie's knee and panted, skin too hot. This was the part she hated, when it felt like the venom was eating into her bones. Hallucinations weren't far off. Sometimes, she'd welcomed them before as they could be a brief respite for the pain. But tonight she couldn't afford it. She had to hold on long enough for the moon to set, to give Bonnie a chance.

She didn't know if the howling in her ears was actual wolves or the wind.

"Wake me up if I actually faint."

"Oh god. Why?" Bonnie swallowed loudly. "At least it hurts less when your unconscious."

"You can't hear them, neither can I unconscious." Caroline told her. "I'd rather be alive and see death coming."

"You don't know what you're hearing is real," Bonnie pointed out. She swallowed, and her fingers tugged at Caroline's curls. "Are we going to make it?"

Swallowing, Caroline gripped the hem of Bonnie's jeans. "If Kol hurts you, I'll steal one of Klaus' knives and dagger him."

"Care…" Bonnie heaved out a breath. "I'm sorry."

"It'll be okay." Caroline promised, hoping she was right.

Bonnie let out something like a sob. "How? I'm seeing two of everything and you're dying."

Caroline patted her knee. "It's your turn to let someone else make a sacrifice for you. When the wolves come, get into the car."

"Caroline…"

"Promise me," she whispered. Shuddering, she gripped the earth in her free hand. Her bones were on fire. Opening her eyes, she strained to catch the faint voices in the trees. "Do you hear anything?"

"No."

They both knew that meant either the hallucinations had started or the wolves were getting closer. Caroline scanned the woods, listening to a wolf calling for its pack.

"Promise me."

Bonnie stroked her hair for several long moments. "I promise."

"Thank you."

Bonnie growled a noise, but her fingers were gentle as they combed through her blood matted curls. "Do you ever regret any of this?"

"Us? No."

"That's not... I mean this. Being a vampire. Well, maybe not being a vampire, but the rest of it. Dying in this forest."

"I miss my mom." Caroline said softly, eyes shut. Sweat was beading at her temples, and she forced herself to follow the rhythm of the tugs in her hair. "It hurts to breath through it sometimes. But I've never regretted anything about our friendship Bonnie Bennett. And I'm not dead yet."

"Even the part where I was a crappy friend?"

"You mean like the part where I didn't know for an entire summer that you were dead?"

"Do you think we ever had a chance of being normal?" Bonnie asked finally. "Or are we just caught on the tail end of some cosmic joke?"

"Normal me was a narcissistic brat. I like this version better." Caroline whispered. "And please. I refuse to believe I was so terrible in a previous life that I've been inflicted on Klaus for it... Although I don't know how I feel about being rewarded with him either."

"I don't approve, you know." Bonnie said softly. "Of Klaus. He's old. Him, Silas… they're like old gods, nightmares given life. How do you comprehend what it is like to be that old, unchanging? They scare me."

They'd scared Caroline too. Sometimes, if she thought about it enough – acknowledged the warnings given to her – she felt too hot in her own skin. Her love story wasn't what she'd thought it be. There was too much horror, she'd become the monster, but she'd accepted that years ago. It was accepting everything else that she'd struggled with. People weren't awards or lessons or punishment. They just were.

"But he cares about you." Bonnie whispered. "I saw that, I've always seen that. I just didn't realize… we didn't realize, what that meant. He's been cleaning it up, you know."

"Huh?"

"Klaus." Bonnie murmured. "You were doing your own thing and Rebekah was keeping an eye on you and I just… I didn't want you to have a reason to come back. Wanted you as far away from everything as possible."

"Bonnie…"

"Tyler dangled you like bait. I don't know specifics, but Klaus has been quietly slaughtering anyone who Tyler had even a peripheral contact with." She tugged at a stubborn knot gently. "There were all kinds of rumors in New Orleans that just... went away."

Caroline said nothing, muscles burning; her chest heavy with understanding. Bonnie was wrong and right. Klaus was protecting her - you don't leave your heart exposed. She'd wielded that weapon once, to save her life, she wouldn't do it again. But it didn't make her accusations to him and his acceptance (her life, his blood) any less true. What has changed over the years of her life was that she believed what she'd told him.

Klaus was in love with her.

There were so many dead. Countless more to stain the black of him even darker. Klaus had told her he didn't need an excuse - she wondered what it said about her that she believed him.

That she cared too.

Bonnie didn't seem to need her response.

"Most of the supernatural community thinks that the recent disappearances are linked to the fake baby." Bonnie said quietly. "Some of them probably were linked. He hasn't dispelled that rumor."

"Rebekah… once said they wanted anonymity again." Caroline said slowly. "That it was better when they were feared instead of known."

"There aren't many old vampires left - the really old ones. The ones that might know them."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Bonnie swallowed. "I still don't like him."

"That's okay," Caroline told her, eyes sliding shut. "I sometimes don't like him much either."

Caroline didn't know how long they sat there, cold fog and wind turning the forest eerie. She slipped in and out of hallucinations, whispered words and ground shaking footsteps. She grasped the edges of her sanity with both hands, and held on tightly. Bonnie needed her.

So when Bonnie stiffened under her cheek, she didn't know if it was real or not. Even when her friend spoke, Caroline had to force her eyes open to look.

"I heard something."

Caroline swallowed. She hadn't heard anything over the howling in her head. "Get into the car."

Bonnie made a soft noise. "To late for that."

It was so hard to focus, to squint eyes that burned as she watched shadows solidify. Three shapes materialized, footsteps nearly silent. For a moment, her head went quiet, and she blinked.

"Klaus."

She was hallucinating. But then Bonnie's fingers were tight in her hair and he was kneeling next to her, hands hot on her skin.

"How exactly do you find so much trouble, sweetheart?"

His hands snaked down her body, pausing when he found the bite. Something angry rumbled in his chest, and her eyes slid closed. If this was an hallucination, she wanted it to be real. The hot scent of blood and she opened her eyes. Her hands snapped out, grabbing tight as her fangs latched onto his wrist. Klaus flooded her senses, and she squeezed tighter.

Careful, gentle fingertips stroked along her hairline.

"I cannot believe I let you out of my sight for a single weekend and you find this much trouble, witchling," Kol said as he studied Bonnie's pale face. "You need blood."

Bonnie glared at him. "I told you not to call me that. How'd you find us?"

Rebekah smiled, the edges sharp. "They didn't immediately destroy Caroline's phone, so I had a vague general direction to follow. France has a decent - if hidden - witch heritage. I strongly encouraged their help, they agreed."

Kol sighed. "They were surprisingly helpful, without being bloodied. It was disappointing."

Rebekah shrugged before pinning Bonnie with a glare. "Kol is right witch, as much as I hate to say it, you need blood. We don't have time to baby your head injury."

Caroline unlatched her fangs, lashes heavy. Licking Klaus' wrist closed, she looked up at him. What moonlight was filtering through the trees cast his face in shadow, but his eyes were bright with fury. Reaching down, he ran his thumb along her lips, before bringing it to his mouth to lick clean.

"Hi."

The edge of his mouth curved, just a little. "Better, sweetheart?"

"Hmmm." Caroline's hummed her agreement, the combination of his blood and lack of pain leaving her high on endorphins. She let herself lay there for a moment, face cradled by his hands.

"Caroline - I'm going to require an explanation for this," Rebekah told her, wrist flickering to encompass the trees. "I don't tromp through the woods for just anyone."

"There's a pack in the woods. They think they're hunting Bonnie and me." Caroline's lips curved into a faint smile. "No more witches though."

"Just ours," Kol murmured.

Klaus stroked her hair from her face, smile turning feral. "The body in the trunk?"

"Bonnie wanted to track them later."

"That's my witchling," Kol said cheerfully. "Always the best presents. Been a while since we've had this much fun! Sounds like an entire pack."

Klaus watched Caroline's eyes flicker closed and then open stubbornly. "Kol."

Squatting in front of Bonnie, Kol ripped his wrist open. Bonnie gave him flat, hostile look. She made no move to touch him.

"Now, little witch, there are two ways we can do this." His smile turned feral. "You know which way I'd prefer."

"Ass."

"You can tie me up later."

"Stop flirting." Rebekah said frostily as she turned to face the woods. "Witch, if you want a chance if defending yourself at all, take the blood. It's not my heart that'll be broken if you get killed."

Caroline went to push herself up, brows bunched together. Post-bite and blood always left her lethargic, and staying awake wasn't going to happen, but no one would bully Bonnie. "Rebekah Mikaelson..."

Klaus slid his hands underneath her and stood, cradling her against his chest. Her fingers tightened in his shirt, but to his surprise, she pressed her nose into his shoulder instead of fighting him.

"Don't worry sweetheart, nothing will reach either of you. But it'd be a shame if the witch died of internal bleeding because of simple stubbornness."

Lashes heavy, Caroline grunted into his shirt. "Bossy."

Lips touching her hair, he wanted until she'd gone soft and pliant against him before turning to look at the Bennett Witch.

"Do not mistake my brothers willingness to fuck you for my care, witch. That steering wheel did a number on your internal organs, Caroline would've noticed the strain on your heart had she not been suffering from werewolf venom. Take the blood or I'll force you."

"Caroline -"

"Is unconscious. She'll remain so for some time." He gave a careless shrug. "She'd object if she was awake of course, but you're not in a position to do anything about it."

"Don't be cross," Kol told her, smile creasing his eyes. "This'll be fun.

Face wiped clean of expression, she accepted Kol's wrist. Her face twisted in a grimace grimace as she licked at the blood smeared along Kol's skin - and she never took her eyes from Klaus as he arranged Caroline in the backseat.

The first wolf stepped out of the shadows as he shut the door.

"Ah, if it isn't the company we'd be looking forward to meeting." Rebekah murmured, adjusting her braid. Her eyes scanned the shadows, brow arching at the number. "So few."

"Caroline killed a number," Bonnie said quietly. "Although the dead witch is the only one in the trunk."

Kol patted Bonnie's cheek, leaned back to avoid her punch and laughed. "Don't get killed, witchling. You'd miss those magics, and I so do enjoy them."

"Go to hell."

"Been there, returned. Not at all what it's cracked up to be." He stood, spinning with a bright smile. "This is far more fun. It was so nice if you to invite us."

Klaus counted two dozen wolves. Even with Caroline having killed some of their number, it was a smaller group for this part of the world - could explain the witches. Maybe he'd leave one alive and ask.

"Brother, sister? Shall we?"

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