Losing Your Memory ° Kai Parker

Chapter 38

The next morning, the house gathered again—Caroline, Elena, Bonnie, Stefan, Nate, and Jennifer, who stood firm despite the storm she'd invited.

Kai strolled in like he'd slept perfectly, which was infuriating.

"My plan is simple," he said, leaning against the banister. "I seduce Sybil. Fuck her. I let her think she finally got what she wants. And when she's distracted..." He raised a brow, one corner of his mouth curving upward. "I siphon her power. Snap the connection. Kill her. And we get Damon back before the echo fades."

Bonnie blinked. "You're saying you can siphon a siren?"

"I'm a heretic," Kai said with a shrug. "Witch, vampire, supernatural glitch. I siphon anything with a pulse of magic."

Elena frowned. "And she'll let you close enough?"

Kai's smirk widened. "Oh, she already has. Multiple times actually.Multiple ways."

Bonnie crossed her arms. "So you're her rebound obsession."

"No," Kai said, eyes flicking briefly toward Jennifer, who was pretending not to react. "We are just fucking when it's convenient for both."

Nate scoffed from the back. "Gross."

Jennifer stepped forward. "Okay Kai we get it, you have sex. Will it work?"

Kai nodded once, eyes serious again. "If you don't interrupt. If you don't try to 'teamwork' the siren. And if you don't underestimate me when blood is involved."

Jennifer met his gaze again.

Blood for leverage. Blood for control. Blood for revenge.

And suddenly, the trap felt like it might snap shut on the siren instead.

Kai arrived at dawn, bypassing greetings and glares alike. He stood on the porch, waiting—not for the group, but for her.

Jennifer opened the door before anyone could stop her.

"You really came," she said, voice steady.

"You really agreed," Kai replied, stepping inside.

Nate appeared behind her instantly, already bristling. "You don't have to do this."

Jennifer didn't look away from Kai. "Yes. I do."

Kai smiled thinly. "I'm not collecting from you, Nate."

He stepped closer to Jennifer, stopping only inches away. "And I'm not taking a wrist sample like some civil blood donation. I want the neck." His voice dropped, quieter, intentional. "Right here."

Caroline groaned. Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose. Stefan looked like he wanted to crawl into his own grave.

Jennifer exhaled once, then tilted her head slightly to the side—not submissive, strategic.

"Fine," she said. "But quick."

Kai laughed softly at that. "Oh, it'll be quick."

He didn't waste time. One hand brushed her jaw to guide, the other steady at her waist, grounding her body as much as the house was grounding the world from exploding again.

The bite came fast, precise—no tearing, no dramatics. Just intent and hunger, the kind that made the air prickle like magic waiting for permission. He didn't just drink though. Jennifer felt him sucking and kissing her neck in between his feeding.