❝ Because of your damn uncle Niklaus. ❞ Had he not done what he wanted he was still afraid of a dagger going through his heart, ❝ That and I was worried about a specific text message from someone. Had to find out who it is. ❞

Feyre's face scrunched again. "Uncle Niklaus?" She asked in confusion. "He wanted us to move here? And you and Mum just agreed to it like that?" She snapped her fingers to enunciate the last word, blinking again before raising an eyebrow. "And? Any leads?"

Penelope looked at the little Mikaelson. Adopted cousin, if there was paperwork to back up her adoption by Rebekah and Marcel. Though living in another city meant she mostly just learnt about their from family updates, more than knowing any of them personally. "Well that would be my thought but i seem to be the only one. A spell of any kind, can't be good."

"False - were the only one." Feyre corrected. There was a reason she rarely had a permanent address between eighteen and twenty-three. She didn't like being stuck. "If it's some sort of spell doing this, there's bound to be a loophole. Surely, we can find something."

Kol couldn't help but chuckle with a smile as he shook his head. ❝ No sweetheart. He just ran out of luck in his lifetime. ❞

"Well, that's a shame." Feyre said, brushing it off noncommittally. It was sad, but people died. If he had survived that long, then he'd had more than enough luck. She scrunched her nose as a thought struck and she looked at her father curiously. "Why did you make such a big deal of us coming here if he wasn't important enough to the family to go to the funeral, then?"

❝ Not at all sweetheart. Years ago I lived in Mystic Falls for a bit with my dear brother. That boy was immortal without being a vampire. ❞ He stated at he thought about the Donovan boy.

"Good. I would rather not attend the funeral of someone I never met." Were it important to her parents it might be a different story, but even then it was debatable. "What, did someone put an immortality spell on a random human? Doesn't seem to have done him much good." Morbid and unkind, but not necessarily untrue.

"So is the fact we can't leave down public knowledge or are people just pretending they don't know what's happening?" Penelope asked. There was a third option in Penelope, though honestly it was worse than both the others, the idea the whole town thought this was the best place to be in the world and they simply hadn't noticed they couldn't leave or that the bridge out of town was now magically connected with New Orleans of all places. "And more importantly are people actually going to start doing something about it?" She asked, after all, Penelope was not one for sitting on her hands.

"What?" Feyre balked, horror sinking into her gut. Truly, she had only come to Mystic Falls at her parents insistence and uprooted her life and engagement with it, but she never would have done it if it was permanent. Being stuck anywhere was as claustrophobic as it could get. "We'd bloody better do something about it!"

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Feyre's nose scrunched at the sound of her father's words as she leaned against her elbows on the counter. "Why would you? It's some random, small town mayor." She knew how it sounded but that didn't make it any less true. "Going isn't a requirement of being here, is it?"