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Hex sat in her room, her now bandaged up shoulder had made it hard to sleep, and she had stayed up to think. Her head in her hands as she heard a knock at the door.
Sitting up she caught a glance of Luther and rolled her eyes. Sitting back on her bed she groaned.
"And what do you want?"
"Family meeting downstairs," he said as she looked back at him.
"Family meeting?"
"You are apart of this family," he whipped his chin and nodded at her as she sat back on the bed groaning.
"Look, I'm sorry for the way I have been treating you-"
"It's fine," she hissed staring at the ceiling, "you all blame me, I see it."
He cleared his throat and shook his head before exiting the room. Getting up finally, she walked down the stairs and to the open living room and ran a hand through her hair as she awaited for Luther to make his way back with the rest.
"Anderson," she hissed walking to the bar, "Theodora Anderson."
"What was that?" Said someone behind her as she jumped. Klaus.
"Nothing," She hissed picking up a shot glass and pouring some whiskey in it as Klaus gasped. "What?"
"You're drinking," he rose a brow. He shrugged and walked over to her, placing his elbows upon the bar. "You never drink-"
"And now I do," she hissed placing the glass on her lips and raising it before he slapped it out of her hand.
"Klaus!" She grunted.
"I'm not going to let you put yourself through this!"
"Why not? You do it," she rolled her eyes walking away from him.
"Because I-"
"Right, because you see dead people," she hissed turning on her heals facing him. She hadn't realize what she was saying was truly rude, she was just cranky from the lack of sleep as her jaw hardened as she reached for Klaus.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I just," she stopped, "I saw Five leave yesterday, he left with—whatever the hell her name was— but, I heard—she mentioned my name, like she knew me."
