Anastasia pov
Jada was in the adjoining suite and Lexie checked into a hotel room two doors down from Klaus and I.
I knew Klaus would try to kill her. Just because. So I am here to in force law.
"Klausy wousy. You know your brother that you daggered and put in a box?" I asked l jumpimg on the bed.
"Which one? Elijah?" He questioned uninterested.
"Um no the other one?"
"Finn"
"Nope the actual hot one out of you four." I gigglef playfully and klaus look up at me. His gaze murder worthy.
"I sorry I kid I kid." I put my hands up in surrender.
"Kol. What about him?"
"Well his longtime sweet heart is here and will remain with us until Kol is awoken again."
" No" He stated
"Yes"
"No"
"Well I say yes and that is final. If you harm one hair on her brown, golden highlighted head You. Will. Pay." I said in all seriousness.
Lexie is the first girl that I have talked to since Klaus daggered Rebekah.
Well the first that I get along with.
"I wont let you ruin this friendship for me or this relationship for Kol." I threw my hands up in frustration.
"Why are you so determined, love? Whats the real reason for you not wanting me to kill her?"
I growled lowly.
"Klaus do you love me? Like really love me?"
"Yes with all my heart. Why are you asking me this?"
" Then why cant you let anyone else in your family love? Rebekah all she wants is love. Your not the only one entitled to feel emotion." I got off the bed and went to Jada's suite.
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