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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 — 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
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Klaus opened the door of the fridge in the small kitchen, fishing out some blood bags. He didn't sleep well during the night— thoughts about the girl just a door down the hall keeping him awake.
He had just opened the blood bag—his breakfast for the day, when she entered the room. The hybrid went completely and utterly still as he took in the sight in front of him.
Long, lean, tanned legs not at all hidden by the big shirt she wore. His shirt, Klaus realized. She must have found it in one of the drawers in the room she currently occupied— her room, he corrected himself. Even though the woman didn't bear the name Mikaelson, this was her home as well as any of his siblings'.
But what made his blood boil were the scars. Her body, flecked with so many scars, was a puzzle of near misses and mistakes she would never make again.
Klaus' breath hitched in his throat and she forced her eyes, red and tired, to lift. "What?"
The word made him snap from whatever trance he had fallen in. Scars— so many, angry scars covered her delicate skin. How hadn't he noticed them? "What happened to you?"
Nathalie angled her head at the man as he drank in her body. She didn't bother to look matronly or self-conscious. She'd lost those virtues a long time ago. "Do my scars make you uncomfortable?"
Аdroit avoidance of his question. And a challenge, nonetheless. "No." He was quick to answer. "But, who—"
"If I start telling you the story behind each one of them, we might as well stay here for a month." She was fast to counter and strode past him, grabbing the blood bag he'd laid on the kitchen island.
She didn't have a month. No, she only had two weeks. Griffin Crawford's warning rang through his mind. "What are you going to do?"
His question caught her off guard. What are you going to do? She loathed that query from the bottom of her heart. Whatever needs to be done, was her usual answer.
"I'm gonna go on a little road trip to Denver. Koala complained he was bored out of his mind." She was aware he didn't ask that. But she wasn't the type to share her plans. No, Nathalie Bennett much more liked springing on people and stopping their hearts dead in their chests.
"That's not what I asked." Klaus spoke, sudden anger blooming in his chest, but he pushed it aside. After yesterday— she seemed to have locked everyone out. Apparently, she didn't want them shoving their noses into her past.
"I know." The heretic nodded, turning her attention to her second blood bag. God, she felt so tired. And hungry. Her brain was on five percent battery right now — she hadn't expected Griffin's visit to drain her so much, both physically and emotionally. "That's my business and mine only."
