“Enough!” Klaus shouted, losing his self-control. “Of all people, Rebekah—of everyone in the world—I would expect you to remember that passion does not ask our permission before it strikes.”
Rebekah hesitated briefly, but then her jaw set in anger. She thought he was manipulating her, he realized, and it was best to let her believe that. He’d rather she think him a bastard than a fool. He was suddenly shattered by his feelings; he felt possessed by them.
“All you desire is trouble,” Rebekah scoffed. “Seeing the rest of us struggle to clean up after you when we could have just followed our perfectly good plan from the start.”
“Speaking of that good plan,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “I still haven’t heard your report on our army. But I did hear about something else interesting: a werewolf attack, right on the spot where my own dear sister was supposed to be pressing our agenda. So I asked around a bit. Imagine my surprise to hear that my same sister had been dining with the handsome captain every night, and then she visited him in the infirmary like a good little camp follower. So tell me, Rebekah, where has your plan failed? You are in position. You have his trust. Why have you not moved to take command of his men?”
Rebekah’s pretty mouth gaped open so comically that he nearly laughed. “You spied on me?” she demanded. “You took time away from your juvenile romance to spy on me? You could have destroyed my cover!”
“You have no cover,” he reminded her cruelly. “You have become exactly what you were pretending to be—a pathetic damsel in distress, living on crumbs of affection from Captain Moquet.”
Rebekah bit her lip, and Klaus saw that his words had hit home. She really did love her dashing soldier-boy, at least as much as she could call any of those doomed infatuations of hers “love.” Now that Klaus knew the truth, he had even less patience for his sister’s tiresome affairs. As always, it would be his job to drag her, kicking and screaming, back into the fold. Did she never tire of resisting her fate and failing miserably at it?
“It’s more complicated than you know,” she murmured, then tossed her honey-colored hair back and raised her voice. “The army knows that supernatural beings exist, and they may even suspect that we are here in this city. I have had to move more slowly, to investigate and make sure that our secret is not exposed. I wouldn’t expect you to understand caution, but this is what it looks like.”
The strangest, most inexplicable part of it all was that she seemed to really believe what she was saying. The twit had just admitted that she was living among a bunch of armed men who knew of vampires. And she was so oblivious, so thoroughly lost, that she actually called that caution!
If anyone in the army knew of vampires, all the more reason to compel or kill them. What didn’t make sense was to wait, investigate, and fall in love...and yet that was exactly the path Rebekah had chosen. How like her, and how entirely unlike caution.
“Rebekah,” he reminded her, keeping the tightest possible control over his tone. He wanted her to understand that he meant every word, that this was no angry bluster. “Elijah believes it is crucial for our family to stay together, and I see merit in that belief. But if you insist on continuing to endanger our very existence, I have a silver stake with your name on it,” he warned, stepping closer. She flinched away, the backs of her knees bumping into the tasseled coverlet. “Secure the army or destroy this threat or do both, for all I care. But do not fail. If you cannot be relied on, you will join Kol and Finn in a coffin.”
“You monster,” Rebekah hissed. Even in the warm candlelight, her face was ashen. “That you would dare to threaten me while prancing around the city with that—that—”
“Witch,” Klaus finished evenly. “A witch who is also half werewolf. What advantages does your captain possess? That is, aside from the ability to reveal our location to your father?”
Rebekah laughed mirthlessly. “Our father,” she corrected dryly. “He certainly hates us all the same by now.”
“He hated me the same from the start,” Klaus muttered, furious with her for turning the tables back on him so quickly. This sort of quick thinking was why she had always been a valuable ally, but he did not enjoy being the target of her wit.
Perhaps, though, it was a sign that she was not lost, that she could still rescue this disaster. Maybe her fear of his dagger would help her remember her responsibilities.
“I have no wish to fight with you,” she told him more softly, as if she could read his own softening in his face. “Both of us want the same thing in the end, do we not? Love?”
It was just the slightest bit too far. He would not allow her to compare her schoolgirl romance with the extraordinary revelation of his feelings for Vivianne Lescheres.
“We do not,” he reminded her icily. “I want you to put our safety above your feelings, and you want me to let some upstart werewolf marry a woman that he has no right to. I will not hesitate to put her well-being above yours, and you already know I will do the same when it comes to my own. So collect yourself and behave like a Mikaelson, or you will live to regret it. Eternally.”
Rebekah’s gentle expression turned murderous in the blink of an eye, and Klaus was glad he had held his ground with her. She was both the charmer and the snake, and he could not be too careful. “I will do what I must,” she snapped, and he noted that she didn’t explain what, exactly, that would be. “You will have no cause to fear from my behavior, but I warn you that I will not be bullied or threatened this way. Get your own affairs in order, Niklaus, before you presume to judge me for mine.”
She gathered her full skirt in her hands, preparing to sweep from the room, when Elijah’s abrupt appearance in the open door interrupted her. Klaus smirked—it served her right to have her dramatic exit so awkwardly canceled.
“What is this?” Elijah demanded, frowning.
He held a book close against his chest, and to Klaus’s keen eye it was one he had no business carrying around. “I might ask you the same question, dear brother,” he pointed out pleasantly, nodding toward the book.
Elijah glanced down at it and frowned. Klaus could tell that he wanted desperately to know what trouble his siblings had been stirring, but he was reluctant to explain his own actions. “I have a plan that will ensure our safety in this city in the long term,” he answered vaguely.
“As do we all,” Klaus assured him. The early warnings of daylight caught the edge of the book in Elijah’s hands, a volume of their mother’s grimoire. Klaus knew that Elijah was up to as much trouble as the rest of them, and he felt almost proud at the deceitful trio they made.
“We will have to see who accomplishes the most in the next few nights.” Rebekah blew dismissively through her lips and pushed past them, but Klaus aimed his next words at her back as well as Elijah’s waiting ears. “You may be closer than ever to finding us some quaint little hovel, brother, and Rebekah may still win us an army. But I’m building us an empire.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ELIJAH KNEW THAT he had to outrace his siblings before they started more trouble than he could stop. He didn’t fully understand the scene he’d witnessed this morning, but it was clear that both were up to no good. He wasn’t their keeper, watching them to make sure they avoided whatever type of catastrophe to which they were the most prone. Time and experience had proved that totally impossible. The only thing he could do was complete his mission before they had gone too far with theirs.