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chapter six
reflection
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JORDANNA'S FEET LAID in Klaus' lap as he read, a magazine rested on her growing bump as she, too, sat reading, well ━ more like flickered through the pages, looking boredly for more shoes to buy. Elijah sat opposite the couple, reading through one of his mother's grimoires he had promised Davina.
"So, this is what you do once we're back together as a family? Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as she entered the living room, her eyes watching over the trio.
"Can't be a vampire book club if I'm not a walking, talking mosquito, Bex," Jordanna grumbled, eyes on her magazine.
"Reading edifies the mind, sister," Klaus glanced up at her before looking back down at his book. "Isn't that right, Elijah?"
"Yes, that's quite right, Niklaus," Elijah nodded, not taking his eyes off of the grimoire.
"And what's this business?" Rebekah gestured to the dead girl laying on the coffee table between the three. Blood travelled down from the puncture wounds from her neck and onto the floor.
"This is a . . . " Elijah paused, looking for the right wording. "Peace offering."
Klaus sighed, "I presumed, after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish."
"And I explained to my little brother that forgiveness cannot be bought," Elijah added in annoyance.
Jordanna snorted. "Everyone can be bought, Elijah. It just depends on what. I prefer to be bought with shoes. Lots and lots of shoes," Jordanna said playfully, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Yes well, I'd simply prefer to see a change in behaviour that indicates contrition and personal growth." Klaus rolled his eyes as Elijah gestured towards the dead girl on the floor. "Not this nonsense."
