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chapter twenty five
judgy mcjudgerson
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KLAUS WAS STUCK.
He was stuck between ridding Jordanna's body of vervain and compelling her to turn her humanity on or he could leave her be — for now. He knew that she hadn't fully dealt with the heightened emotions. The second she turned she flipped her switch, leaving her with no time to get used to the change, and he was worried that when she did finally come back, when she finally came back to him, that all the emotions she was feeling would drown her, consume her whole and take her soul and body hostage.
He stared down at her with a slight frown crinkled on his face, his head tipped slightly as he looked down at her unconscious body. There it was again, that thin, trail of black blood ran down her nose to her Cupid's Bow, only this time, he noticed.
He hesitated before turning around, trailing out of the room in seek of Elijah—hoping that he knew something toward the mysterious blood that ran down her face.
As he left, Jordanna's fingers twitched lightly, her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head spun, ears ringing as she fidgeted on the bed. A voice rang through her ears at a soft, eerie hum. A gentle, small voice called out to her as she lay. "Wake up. Wake up."
Her eyes fluttered open, face paling as she shot up—the sound of the voice almost forgotten when she took a breath. That cunt! Her fingers reached up to the area between her mouth and nose, her thumb rubbed against it—upon feeling something there.
She brought her thumb down to her eyeline, a frown fixated on her face as she stared down at the black substance. "The hell?" She whispered, almost in awe, voice hoarse.
