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chapter eleven
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"THE ITALIANS CALL them Strega, the Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they call them Hexa, and here we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought besides them, bedded them and burned them. Their ancestral magic anchors this city, there's never been one all-powerful witch . . . until Davina."
Klaus moved from his place, having been leant against the doorway as he listened to his brother speak, before he strolled into the room, coming to a stand besides Jordanna, who merely spared him a small glance before her eyes fell back onto the elder brothers figure, "who is now tucked in safe and sound down the hall under my protection."
"Under your protection my ass," Jordanna scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked up at The Original breifly before her eyes followed Klaus' gaze to Davina's drawings of Celeste, Elijah's ex lover. "She's pretty, Elijah."
"And a portent of evil according to our volatile artist in residence," Klaus added, looking up at his brother with a small smirk pulling at his lips. "Just like you, Jordanna."
"Yes, perhaps she's mistaken what she calls evil for power, Celeste was certainly powerful in her day, but she's been dead for over 200 years. I don't understand. Why all of these sketches now?"
"Why does any witch do anything?" Klaus rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest.
Jordanna squinted her eyes, looking up at him with a blank expression as she spoke bluntly, a hint of annoyance laced in her tone, "because we can."
"Go away!" The four heard Davina scream from her room, their heads all tilted up to the ceiling, an irritated shriek slipped past Davina's lips, echoing across the compound, shortly followed by the sound of breaking glass.
