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"Come with me."
I looked at the hand that was offered to me before looking back up to Kol's face. "Why?"
"Do you have to be so suspicious?" He glanced up at me from under his eyelashes.
"Of you?" I shot Caroline a look before moving my little finger. Getting the hint she appeared at my side. "Always."
"Would you look at the time?" Caroline laughed and latched onto my arm but we all knew that it was forced. "We really should be going."
"What's the hurry love?" Klaus asked walking towards us as her grip on me tightened.
Kol took my free arm. "We really should get to know each other better, darling."
Before I could even begin to protest, he had dragged me along beside him as he ran at vampire speed. I groaned when he finally stopped, I was never going to get used to that.
"So much for our pact," I muttered, glancing around the garden and looking up at the moon. "What do you want Kol?"
He sat down one of the garden steps. "Just to talk." He parted the step beside him.
"Fine." I crossed my arms, refusing to do as he wanted. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"
He shrugged and I rolled my eyes before glancing down at the flowers planted along the path. Leaning down I traced the petals of one of the chrysanthemums before Kol mirrored my position. Plucking one of the white chrysanthemums, he turned to face me.
"Can I?" I remained silent, not sure what he was asking. Moving towards me, he pushed some of my hair behind my ear he set the flower in its place. "They're your favourite right? White chrysanthemums?"
"How do you know that?" I asked quietly, fearing his answer as if it could change absolutely everything.
"You told me."
I stood up quickly, rounding on him as he slowly rose from the ground. "No I didn't."
His eyes widened before clouding over completely. "I'm sure that you told me."
"Maybe." I muttered, turning away from him, knowing that I hadn't told him that. But there was that little niggling doubt in the back of my mind that told me that maybe I had told him.
"Come on." He tugged on my arm and the next thing I knew we were in his room.
I looked around the room and whirled round to face him when he began, "Dear diary."
