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chapter thirty five
anastasia
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JORDANNA SAT SPRAWLED out on the couch in Klaus' study, hair lazily thrown up in a claw clip as she held a book in hand, a cup of coffee gingerly sat on the table, the bitter smell filled her nose as she flickered through the crisp pages of her new book.
As much as the Jones adored going out, getting her hair and nails done, buying shoes and tearing someone's throat out and consuming all of their blood, she also cherished days like this. Days where she sat in, a book in hand, hair out of the way ( yet it still looked extremely glamorous, this is Jordanna we're taking about, she wasn't gonna' turn into a hobo or something ), and a coffee with a blood bag on the side—basically, a day where she could look crap, but a 'Jordanna' type of crap.
Though her day took a turn for the worst when the shrill voice of Rebekah's new body called out loudly. "Nik? Nik!" She screamed for her brother, wandering around the Compound.
Jordanna internally groaned, she had finally gotten peace and quite. She had to endure listening to Caroline talk about Sebastian and Elijah for an hour before the Jones eventually gave up and faked a 'bad connection'. She just wanted to read her book and drink her coffee for fuck's sake.
"That was Aiden. Finn has Marcel," Klaus told his sister as he walked into his study, Rebekah trailing after him.
"What?" Rebekah's face formed into one of worry—or horror, perhaps both. After all it was Marcel. "Why?"
"Can't I just have one day?" Jordanna muttered to herself as she dropped her book into her lap, Klaus and Rebekah's heads snapped in her direction, seemingly just noticing her presence, "Just one day where I can do nothing and look like fucking crap?"
