klaus mikaelson's only reason to come back to New Orleans was to find out who was plotting against him. There he met someone and he knew she would turn his plan and world upside down.
first book in the enchanted series.
[old title: eyes like burni...
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this is the story of how i died.
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Looking for an solution was difficult and useless, there was nothing that could bring Davina Claire back. Lia, Marcel and klaus were at it for 2 days now.
They had visited tons of witches across the US but no one knew anything. Lia gave up already, Marcel was close enough to stop searching for anything. Klaus was the moral support that kept the two on their feet, he promised the Sinclair that he would find a way to get her back no matter how many people died in the process.
All of them were now in another shop which belonged to another witch, who could've guessed that. The drive here took more than an hour and the werewitch felt sick, the symptoms were making her weak and unstable, her legs barely held her and her vision blacked out every once in a while.
Klaus approached the witch who seemed to recognise him. "Klaus." she said trying to look as brave as possible, the hybrid chuckled and he looked around while thinking how to threaten- no scratch that. He had threatened enough people who seemed to know answers and he didn't receive them, they got slaughtered for not answering and he wasn't willing to let her down again after so many failures or after what he'd done.
"Rowena."
She squinted her eyes at him. "What are you doing here? You're accompanied by the prince of New Orleans's and one of the most strongest witches in the world, I don't think you'd need me for a spell when you have her." at the last part of the sentence she pointed at the Sinclair who was pissed enough already.
"Look Rowena, i have had a rough couple of days and you've been pissing me off with every word that flows out of your mouth."
In a defending manner the black haired witch raised her hands. Klaus who ignored Lia for a few seconds answered and asked the witch behind the counter.
"I'm looking for answers to the harvest ritual."
She just sighed as she walked over to one of the shelf's, the Sinclair was watching with narrowed eyes as she pulled a book out which was red but it seemed old.
She turned back to them and before she placed the book on the counter she looked at klaus. "I want a favour." she insisted.
He sighed, im doing this for Lia, im doing this for her. He reminded himself how much she cared about Davina and reluctantly nodded wanting the witch to continue without ripping her spine out.
"If I help you the New Orleans witches will be after me, I need protection."
