C41 (1/2)

Bailu always felt that Marcel had a close relationship with his family, and the way Klaus and Rebecca treated him was a little confusing.

”You remember him, don't you?” It was Klaus's turn to be smug, winking at him. ”Of course you remember.”

— Your old lover, Marcel, my dear sister.

Klaus was still telling Rebecca about Marcel, ”the title he's given himself now, the king of the French Quarter... He has some rules about killing vampires, so let's see how he punishes you. ”Darling, that would be very interesting!”

”I don't care about Marcel and his rules.” She glared at Klaus as he fired. ”Elijah won't go back on his word. What did you do to him?” She was no naive wolfwoman. She would believe anything Klaus said.

Klaus opened his mouth and took a silent breath of air, trying not to laugh. You don't care, that's strange!

He loosened his shoulders and chose to sit down leisurely.

When she saw him waving at her, she seemed to want a cup of coffee and turned her head away. She pretended she didn't see him.

She wasn't sure if she should believe Klaus, but she was actually more inclined to Rebecca, and judging by her keen instincts, Elijah wasn't the kind of man who disappeared without a reason.

”Maybe he's on vacation, or he's having a long fall sleep upstairs... Go on, look around, my dear sister. ”

Rebecca stopped talking to him and turned around, using all her senses to search for her good brother, Elijah.

”You know this house as well as I do.”

Rebecca held back and had no choice but to answer, ”... I remember everything. ”

Klaus turned and went to the kitchen himself. He chose to make his own coffee, skillfully and with ease, obviously not caring that the damned little wolfwoman ignored him.

Bai Lu's round eyes moved from side to side, finally landing on Rebecca.

Rebecca moved very quickly. However, her eyes began to wander and she seemed to have lost herself in thought. She seemed to be reminiscing about something, but her expression was too sorrowful.