C12 (2/2)

One hit kill, Sophie thought of the words the unidentified wolfwoman had once said to her.

Sophie heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did she see the handsome, elegant man in a suit. There was not a single drop of blood on his hand.

Elijah took the white silk handkerchief from his collar, wiped his palms and the corners of his mouth, and bowed slightly as he greeted her.

It was as though he was just a friend who had come to pay a visit.

This man was noble, amiable, and polite.

”Elijah.”

Sophie couldn't answer right away. She blinked.

Elijah's eyes were fixed on him, cold and murderous.

”Have you heard of me?”

It took her a few seconds to react. ”Yes.”

”Tell me, why is your family looking for my brother?” Elijah hated things that were unclear.

Sophie brought Elijah to a deserted manor. They wanted to go in one after the other.

She stepped forward, and Elijah paused, his face frozen, his eyebrows raised in question. He couldn't get in.

Her cold gaze fell on the witch, and Sophie turned around, as if she had found her original calmness and cruelty.

”This is a sacred secret place, which means that vampires need an invitation to enter. But since I'm desperate, you can come in.”

Elijah had to be invited to enter without a hitch.

Sophie became more confident as she walked, as if she had gained a lot of confidence in her territory. ”We can speak freely here, for example …” Talk about your brother, Klaus. ”