CHAPTER NINETEEN
Dylan was pacing so fast it looked like he might wear a hole into the marble floor.
"I'm cooked… I'm so cooked," he muttered, chewing at his nails.
Klaus lounged calmly on a blood-red chair, one leg crossed over the other as he poured himself another glass of whiskey.
"Calm down."
Dylan spun on him.
"Calm down? Klaus, if your brother finds out I was the one who told you about Luna, he'll put my head on a spike!"
Klaus didn't even look worried. His voice stayed smooth.
"Elijah won't find out. I used my Domain to bury my aura completely. Even if he searches that place himself, nothing will trace back to you. Besides—" he lifted the glass, "—you came to me. Not the other way around."
Dylan's anger flared.
"Yeah, I came to you—but I didn't tell you to kill her! How the hell are we supposed to get the token back if she's dead?"
Klaus took a slow sip.
"She wasn't carrying it idiot."
Dylan's blinked.
"Wait… what?"
