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❝ why am i not surprised you like opera? ❞
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"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"
Elijah descended down the stairs of the compound. He did not look happy. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were curled. He had been quiet for years. He forgot how to communicate and hold a conversation, analyzing every sentence and how wrong it must have sounded coming from him. He made others uncomfortable with his discomfort.
Enola struggled to find an explanation. She couldn't tell him what she had actually been doing. She knew he wouldn't react well if he knew who they had spent the night with. Celeste was the key to breaking the Crescent curse. Elijah would only get in the way of that. So she plastered a simple smile on her face, prepared to lie her way out of this one.
"I was in the bayou. Eve needed help with something. I should have called." Enola spoke smoothly. "Did you find Nik and Bex?"
"Indeed," Elijah nodded. "But not before Niklaus found out the truth of Rebekah's treachery."
"Is—Is Rebekah okay?" Enola began to panic. She suddenly wished that she would have answered her phone last night.
"For now," Elijah answered. "Niklaus currently has a mystical torture device embedded in his chest."
Elijah held an arm out for Enola who accepted it without hesitation. He led her up the stairs to the bedroom she inhabited with Klaus. His pale skin glistened in the morning sunlight as he lay unconscious in the bed. She could see the hole in which the dagger was buried. She peered into the wound, surprised when she recognized the blade that had been used.
"Papa Tunde's dagger," Enola breathed.
"Every moment it's in there causes Niklaus untold suffering," Elijah explained.
"Who stabbed him?" Enola demanded.
"I did," Elijah confessed, rolling up his sleeves.
"He is going to kill you," Enola pointed out.
"I intend to remove it," Elijah promised. "You might want to take a step back."
Elijah took a scalpel off of the bedside table before moving beside Klaus. He cut into his chest with the same precision as a surgeon. He did not hesitate to plunge his fist into the depths of his chest. His hand latched onto the blade before yanking it out with ease. Elijah took a step back as Klaus gasped to life.
