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MARCEL GERARD WAS A HANDSOME, CHARISMATIC MAN. If Rory didn't know any better, he looked very well like someone she would go home with, you know if she wasn't pregnant and was a little more idiotic than she already was. But there was something about the glint in his eyes as he broadly smiled at Rory. There was no question he was Klaus' protégé.
"So, you're the pretty little secret Klaus has been keeping all the way out here," Marcel grinned despite not receiving the same energy. He was confident and arrogant and dangerous. "Can't say I blame him—he always liked to keep his prized possessions to himself," he leered at her.
Rory tensed as she stared at the vampire king of New Orleans. "What do you want?" She almost shouted for Hayley, for anyone to come, but she didn't want Marcel to do anything rash, so she did her best to remain calm and unbothered, as usual.
He whistled at her sharp tone. "Mmm, should've known you wouldn't be nice. He never had a sweet tooth. Maybe that's why he's kept you around—wait a minute," he paused to sniff the air, his eyes widening in amusement, "so it's not that Klaus has been hiding a werewolf girlfriend from me. You're not a wolf after all."
Rory stared at him defiantly, daring him to utter the words.
"You're pregnant."
Marcel stared at her in a mix of amazement and shock, glancing down at her belly, hidden underneath the baggy paint-stained shirt she wore, but he could hear the multiple heartbeats.
He wondered why Klaus was suddenly in the business of taking in pregnant girls under his protection and keeping her secret for some reason. But that matter was neither here or now.
She didn't bother to correct him or convince him otherwise. There was no point. Her body was on high alert at the proximity to danger. Rory slammed the door shut, but his hand stopped her. Marcel tilted his head and smirked at her attempt. She jolted back from the impact.
"Don't be rude," Marcel warned her, his eyes darkening. If it wasn't obvious by the way he pushed open the door again that he could very well enter the house, he leaned in real close to Rory. "You have no idea just how interesting the game has become."
Rory clenched her jaw. The familiar threatening words coming from Marcel brought her back to a time she was a naive, love struck girl. That girl was long gone.
"Touch me and that'll be the last time you have a hand." She raised her hand in front of her to reveal she had been carrying a knife the entire time—she had learned not to trust anyone outside the Mikaelsons and Hayley. She itched to slice the snarky smirk right off his face.
He raised his brow and shook his head and chuckled at her. "I don't hurt innocent, pregnant girls. I'm not him." He scrunched his nose in disgust at the insinuation. Well, he did have every intention of taking her away, to show Klaus he wasn't as much of a fool as he believed, but he wasn't a monster. He would leave her untouched, yes, but he now knew to keep tabs on this development that had been hidden right under his nose.
