His Love

Chapter 43

Tara's POV
Klaus looked at me with worry etched into his features. I couldn't stop crying, my chest heaving with each sob.

"Tara, you have to calm down. I promise you're safe now," he said, his voice soft as he held me in a protective grip.

"Who was that man?" I asked, my voice trembling as I struggled to catch my breath.

"He's my father," Klaus said dryly, his jaw tightening. "But he's someone you'll never have to worry about again."

Klaus wiped the tears from my cheeks, his touch gentle as his eyes flickered to the cuts on my face and neck. "What did he do to you?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

He bit into his hand, his blood pooling at the wound. Then, without hesitation, he offered it to me. "You need to drink this to heal," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I recoiled, turning my head away. "I don't want to," I muttered, the metallic scent making my stomach churn.

"Tara," he said, his expression stern. "You have to."

Reluctantly, I gave in. "Fine," I mumbled, bringing his hand to my lips. The blood's metallic taste filled my mouth, and I gagged, swallowing it with difficulty.

Almost instantly, the pain in my cuts disappeared, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.

Klaus smiled faintly. "I'm sorry tonight didn't go as planned."

I shook my head, managing a small, sad smile. "I'm just glad we're both safe."

Before either of us could say more, there was a knock at the door. Klaus stiffened. Before he could call out, the door swung open, and Davina walked in, her face streaked with tears.

"I was so worried!" she exclaimed, rushing to my side.

"I'm okay," I assured her, pulling her into a hug.

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Klaus's POV
Clenching my jaw, I plastered on a fake smile and walked over to Kol.

"You couldn't keep her away from Tara?" I muttered under my breath.

Kol shrugged nonchalantly. "She wasn't going to listen to me. She was worried about her."

I hummed in acknowledgment, my eyes narrowing as I watched Tara talk with Davina. If Davina said the wrong thing, it could trigger Tara's memories—memories I wasn't ready for her to have.

"It's time Tara got some rest," I said, stepping into the room.

Davina turned to glare at me. "Did Tara say she was tired or ready to go to sleep?" she asked snarkily, crossing her arms.

"No, but I'm just doing what's best for her," I replied, moving closer to the bed.

"Well, I'm staying here," Davina declared defiantly.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't think—"

"I want Davina to stay," Tara interrupted, her voice soft but firm.

Kol grinned mischievously. "They can stay in the same room, like a sleepover."

Tara's face lit up. "That sounds great!" she said, her smile widening.

"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "Kol, get them some snacks."

Kol raised an eyebrow but didn't argue.

"I have something to take care of," I said, my gaze lingering on Tara.

She nodded. "Okay," she said, watching me intently.

As I walked out with Kol beside me, I shut the door firmly behind us.

"I hate you right now," I muttered, glaring at him.

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Tara's POV
"Klaus said my parents were dead," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. "He told me I had no family. Were those people my parents? No, they couldn't be."

I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

"Tara?" Davina's voice pulled me back to reality.

I looked up at her. "Sorry."

"Are you okay?" she asked gently.

"Yeah," I said with a weak smile.

"Let me help you take off that makeup," she offered, her voice softening.

I nodded and moved to my vanity.

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Klaus's POV
I descended the stairs, heading toward the cellar. Inside, I found Freya, Rebekah, Elijah, and Marcel waiting. They stood in tense silence, their eyes fixed on Tara's parents, who were huddled in a corner.

"Ah, it's lovely to see my in-laws," I said with a dark smirk.

Tara's father clenched his fists, his glare burning into me.

"Where is my daughter?" Tara's mother demanded, stepping forward.

I covered my mouth, chuckling darkly. "Your daughter is gone," I said coldly.

With a scream of rage, she lunged at me, her hands reaching for my throat, but she slammed into an invisible barrier.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" she shrieked, her voice breaking.

Freya raised her hands, maintaining the ward. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she dissolved it and slammed Tara's parents against the wall with magic.

I stepped forward, my face inches from theirs. "Let me share a little secret," I said, my voice low and menacing. "Your daughter has forgotten you. She believes you're dead."

Tara's mother's expression crumbled, the hope draining from her eyes. A single tear slipped down her father's cheek.

"She'll never truly love you," her father said, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. "She'll remember her real family. And when she does, she'll kill you."

In a flash, my hand was around his throat. "We'll see about that," I sneered before releasing him.

"She sleeps in my bed now," I added, my voice dripping with malice. "It won't be long before we're married and starting our own family."

Tara's father spat in my face, his defiance unwavering. I wiped the saliva off my cheek and turned to leave.

Behind me, the sound of their screams and fists pounding on the steel door echoed through the cellar.

"Wow, way to tell your in-laws you're having sex," Marcel quipped, shaking his head.

Rebekah elbowed him. "Shut up. He's right, though," she muttered.

Ignoring them, I strode into the next room as their bickering faded into the background.

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Tara's POV
My makeup removed, I lay in bed as Davina took a shower. Kol had given her some of his clothes to wear.

A soft knock on the door startled me. I got up and opened it to find Elijah standing there.

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Freya's POV
I followed Klaus as he opened the cellar door with a loud creak. My eyes widened in shock when I saw who was inside.

"Papa?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

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Freya has met her Papa.
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