"I'm not sure why you are being so difficult, she is the spawn of my demonic offspring, therefore she is inherently evil. What part of eradication of my whole line do you seem to have trouble comprehending, little witch?"
He was seething from an advantageous position in the room. She looked all about, her eyes wildly trying to avoid his at any cost.
"She is only a child. We could possibly groom her or raise her to be better?"
He smirked and she felt the mark begin to manifest on her forearm and she let out a small hiss.
"I understand, the whole family," she breathed in.
The pain instantly ceased and she breathed out very slowly. She pictured a small girl healing butterflies, but then she imagined the once sweet girl becoming a Mikaleson through and through. Her resolve became resolute. The whole family.
"Now, let's go give them a grand entrance."
She pulled her bag over her shoulder and made her way towards the door.
"New Orleans won't know what hit them."