"So let me get this straight you want to kill your husband?" Amara and Damon sat on the couch, Damon on one end, Amara laying on the other, her feet in his lap. He decided not to mention it, seeing how hormonal she was.
"Ex. The bastard is a coward. Rather than dealing with his problems, he stakes them to temporary deaths. So, first, we need to find the white oak stake, then undagger his siblings, and then I'll send Klaus back to hell, personally", she gritted.
"Well, tell me how you really feel." A pillow was thrown into Damon's face, leaving a red mark, by the strength she had when she through it. "This is animal abuse, Damon smirked.
"Anyways, you and your brother are going to help me." She propped herself off of the couch, immediately missing the warmth she felt from Damon's touch. Weird. She poured herself a glass of bourbon, before sitting back in her seat.
"Why would I help you? You tried to kill my brother's girlfriend, you gave us shots of vervain, and your ex-husband tried to kill us. So why would you ask us?"
"I'm not asking. Either you help me, or I let him rip you all to shreds, take his siblings, and go."