He was beyond pissed.

Elena refused to give him her blood so he could make his hybrids.

No doppelgänger blood, no surviving hybrids.

So he had to take matters into his own hands, as usual.

Which meant taking you. You weren’t kidnapped, per se. Nor were you being held hostage, you could leave at any time. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t find you and bring you back, though. He had no intention of, or want, to harm you, he quite liked you, actually.

One quick phone call to Elena was all it took for her to panic, her savior complex kicking in.

Which now left you here, sat in the original hybrids mansion.

You scowled up at him, the antique velvet of the dark green armchair rough against the back of your thighs.

The man slowly paced in front of you, his blue eyes trained on you, as if making sure you didn’t go to run.

“What to do with you now, love?” He spoke, almost tauntingly as his eyes stayed glued to yours.