“Well,” he said lightly, “this is either a family reunion or an assassination attempt. Hard to tell with us, really.”
His eyes darkened slightly as he shifted his stance beside Freya.
“Tell me, sister… do we talk this out first, or are we skipping straight to the entertaining part?”
A crooked smirk appeared.
“And here I was worried you were just an unusually sarcastic child wandering the streets after midnight.”
He folded his arms loosely.
“Though now I have a new question, Claudia. How old are you really?”
Kol’s gaze dropped briefly to the fangs before returning to her face.
“There it is.”
Rather than surprise, amusement flickered across his features.
“I was beginning to think we were going to spend all night pretending.” +