His Love

Chapter 33

Klaus's POV

"Really, Klaus? FIRST SHE WANTED TO GO TO THE CLUB, AND YOU WOULDN'T LET HER. NOW SHE WANTS TO GO TO A DANCE, AND YOU'RE SAYING NO AGAIN? WHAT'S WRONG WITH A HOMECOMING DANCE?" Rebekah yelled, slamming her hands on my desk.

I sighed, swirling the bourbon in my glass. "Mikael is here," I said flatly.

Rebekah's confident stance faltered. Her eyes widened in fear before she sank into the chair across from me. "Bloody hell," she whispered. "Why does he want her?"

"Her parents are behind this," I replied, taking another sip of my drink.

"Have you told Elijah?"

"Told me what?" Elijah's calm voice interrupted as he strolled into the room, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored blue tuxedo.

"Nothing," I said quickly, casting a warning glance at Rebekah.

She ignored me, standing to face him. "Mikael is back," she announced.

Elijah's face darkened. "How is that possible?"

"Witches," I explained. "Tara's parents are the new coven leaders. They must have woken him."

Rebekah turned to me with a pointed look. "Then Tara should go to the homecoming dance."

"No," I said firmly, moving around the desk.

"Hear me out," she argued. "If she's in a public place, it'll be harder for them to make a move."

"She has a point, brother," Elijah added. "We could attend as well. Not only would we protect her, but she'd also have the chance to enjoy herself."

I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair. "Fine. But talk to Freya about setting up barrier spells. I want this house charmed. Nothing gets in or out without my knowledge," I instructed Elijah.

"I'll handle it," he agreed, heading out of the room.

"I'll go tell Tara the good news," Rebekah said with a smile.

"I'll do it."

Rebekah folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think she wants to talk to you right now."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed but conceding with a sigh.

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Tara's POV

I cried into my pillow, the muffled sobs echoing in the quiet room. Klaus hadn't come back all night. When the door creaked open, I threw the covers over my face.

"DON'T COME NEAR ME, KLAUS!" I yelled.

A laugh—not Klaus's—made me peek out from under the blanket. Rebekah stood at the foot of my bed, her amused smirk softening her sharp features. "Wow. I can see why my brother likes you. That was adorable," she teased.

"Stop it," I mumbled, my face heating. "It's not funny. I'm tired of your brother! He won't let me do anything. Sometimes, I wonder how I even fell in love with him. Klaus says we're in love, but—"

"Shhh," Rebekah interrupted, sitting beside me. "You don't remember how much he loves you, but I promise you, he does. Even when he drives you mad, everything he does is because he loves you."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes. "It doesn't feel that way."

"Well, maybe this will help. Klaus said you can go to the dance!" she announced, clapping her hands together.

"Really?" I gasped, my mood shifting instantly. I wiped the tears off my face, a smile spreading across my lips. "Finally! It's about time he got it through his thick skull. We need to start looking for dresses ASAP!"

Rebekah hesitated, glancing away with a sigh. "Unfortunately, you'll have to stay here for the fittings. But I can bring in a designer from Paris—one of the best."

"Really?" My eyes lit up.

"Of course. Several designers owe me favors."

I smiled, though it faltered slightly. "Thank you, Rebekah."

"I'll go make some calls," she said, standing. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

As she left, the room grew quiet again. I pulled the blanket over myself and drifted off into a restless sleep.

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The Nightmare

I was running, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Darkness surrounded me, and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet echoed in the eerie silence of the forest.

I stopped to catch my breath, but before I could steady myself, something hit me hard, knocking me to the ground.

Panic surged through me as I struggled to get up. A stick snapped behind me. I turned, but the figure's face was blurred.

Backing away, I scooted until my back hit a tree. The figure lunged for me, and I kicked out, desperate to keep them away.

I tried to run, but they grabbed my leg, yanking me down. Pain shot through my body as I heard a sickening crack. My scream pierced the air.

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Klaus's POV

Tara's screams jolted me awake. I grabbed her, pulling her trembling body into my arms.

"You're okay. I'm right here, love," I whispered, stroking her hair.

She clung to my shirt, her sobs wracking her body. "I-it was a man," she whimpered between cries. "He knocked me down, and then... then..."

"Take your time," I said softly, continuing to run my hand through her hair.

She took a shaky breath. "He broke my leg."

My hand stilled, my jaw tightening. My eyes darkened briefly before I masked my rage, softening my expression as I looked down at her.

She scooted over, letting me settle beside her. I pulled her close, resting her head on my chest and wrapping an arm around her waist. I resumed stroking her hair, humming softly until her breathing evened out.

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The Next Morning

I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows. Tara's warmth was comforting in the morning chill, and her scent was intoxicating.

"Good morning, love," I whispered in her ear, my voice still husky with sleep.

She stirred, stretching slightly before turning to me with a sleepy grin. "Good morning."

Her smile took my breath away. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheek. "You're breathtaking," I murmured.

Her cheeks flushed as she pushed against my chest playfully. "I'm going to use the restroom," she said, her voice cracking.

As she disappeared into the bathroom, I lay back, a rare smile tugging at my lips. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly happy.

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