Words and Power - 2
{Klaus remained eerily still, his eyes glued to Zara, his lips pressed into a thin line. Though Elijah’s response was perfectly measured, Klaus could feel his brother’s growing frustration.
He, too, wanted to rip through the veil of mystery Zara had woven around herself, but for now, he held back, not like he could do anything about it now. His fingers twitched as if itching for violence, but he restrained himself, for now.
Klaus, still as a statue, finally spoke, his voice low and laced with warning. “Careful, brother… don’t let her get under your skin.”
Rebekah crossed her arms, her eyes flicking between Elijah and Zara. She was proud of her brother’s composure, but Zara’s tone irked her. The mockery grated on her nerves, and she shot a sideways glance and hissed quietly, “You always think violence is the answer. Elijah’s smarter than that.”
But despite her words, Rebekah’s lips were pressed tight.