"What.. crying aready" Kol
Elena glared up at him. The youngest Mikaelson brother was also the most…ruthless, chaotic. She could feel blood seeping out of the wound on her neck and grit her teeth, blinking back her tears. She’d dealt with Elijah, but he held a certain amount of respect for her, and while she had dealt with Klaus more than once, he had never really been interested in her beyond what she could do for him.
Kol’s mocking was something else, something she hadn’t quite expected. Still, she reminded herself that she had dealt with worse. If nothing else, he couldn’t get under her skin like Katherine could.
Or so she told herself.
“I’m not going to cry over you,” a part of her knew that antagonising an Original was probably not a good idea, but she tuned that voice out for the moment, “and you can go to hell.” She spat the words out with as much venom as she could.
