"Davina, listen. I know we are not on the best of terms, but I need you to listen to me, okay? Um, we're in serious trouble. Now, I'm recording this here because it's--it's free from magic, and magic is our enemy. The Ancestors got me on the hook doing some pretty twisted magic, and I want no part of it, but they're forcing me to help Lucien Castle. And if you don't help me, Freya Mikaelson's gonna die.
"Before they forced me to take her, they had me put up a cloaking spell, so we can't be tracked. Now, Lucien's taking us out of town some place, I don't know where. But there's a loophole."
Elijah paused the video. Morgana started pacing and ran her hands through her hair. Her heart was pounding.
"Just how am I the loophole?" Finn demanded.
"Last year, when Esther first brought us back, I got put into the body of a gormless twit," Kol replied impatiently. "But you got housed in one of the most powerful witch bodies in the city--Vincent's. And, even after all this time, there's still an echo of a body-soul connection between you two."
Elijah resumed the video.
"And Davina, that's where you come into play. I need a powerful witch that's off the Ancestors' radar."
Vincent grabbed a knife and cut his palm. Morgana chewed at her nail as he let the blood dribble into a vial.
"I want you to find the thread between me and Finn," he finished.
Elijah stopped the video and looked to Davina. "Have you ever done anything like this?"
"I don't even know if it's possible," she replied.
"It is," Morgana said. "I watched my mother perform it on one of my aunts. So with Vincent's blood and Finn's blood, do the spell right and you should be able to track them down."
Now it was Finn's turn to pace. "I should have sensed something was wrong when Freya didn't call. Now Lucien has a head start." He waved his hand at Davina. "Go, witch. Tend to your spells. I won't rest until she's found."
Morgana raised an eyebrow at his tone.
"Behold, the selfless martyr!" Kol scoffed. "First he wants to rip Davina's head off for trapping him in his body, now he can't wait to be spelled."
They glared at each other. Elijah stood.
"Finn, you and I shall go together," he ordered. "Kol, you stay here with Davina."
"You're going with him?" Kol replied. "So the two people responsible for not destroying the white oak when they had the chance, thus putting us in this bloody mess, are now off to try and fix it. That's just marvelous. What could possibly go wrong?"
Kol started to storm up to them and Morgana went to step in front of him, but Davina caught his wrist.
"Kol, look at me," she said. "I don't know this magic. I need your help. Come on."
She led him out of the room. Morgana exhaled slowly through her nose and ran her hand through her hair. She turned to Elijah.
"You know I'm coming with you, right?" Her tone left no room for argument.
He frowned, but didn't argue. He picked up a knife and held it out to Finn. "Let us begin."
"Do not give me orders, brother," Finn snapped. "And make no mistake. I do not look to you as an ally, or even family. The only reason I tolerate your presence is the hope of finding Freya."
He took the knife. Morgana and Elijah rolled their eyes.
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