I sat up in my bed, breathing hard, and covered in sweat. What had I been dreaming about? Usually I remembered if it were about- about him. Something told me it wasn't that.

It was worse.

I couldn't shake the feeling.

Bennett and Hope were still sound asleep.

It took me a moment to realize my door was open. I could see it in the dim light of the city filtering in through the thin curtains. It never seemed to go to sleep.

Someone was in here. I reached under my pillow, gripping my knife, a prayer to Castiel on the tip of my tongue.

My lamp light flipped on, Elijah sat in the armchair in the corner, one leg crossed over the other.

"Fuck." I let out a breath. "You scared me."

"Where is it?"

Of course that's why he was here. "You got what you wanted. Freya's going to counteract the curse, Hayley will be back before you know it."

His chin lifted. "Where is it?"

His tone did nothing to quell my racing heart. "I'll tell him."

"Is that a threat?" Elijah shifted, an almost amused expression on his face.

I still hadn't let go of the knife. Not that it would do anything. "Look. All I'm saying is that it's a bad idea. You haven't tried anything, you're going to get her back soon, just leave it be. Why poke the bear?"

"You once told me you wanted nothing more than to shield Bennett from this family. That you would deny Niklaus his child so that he would have consequences for his actions." He folded his hands in his lap. "Where has that Maverick gone?"

"My priorities shifted."

"You've grown docile while living in that swamp. You would have jumped at the chance."

"That tells me you don't know me at all. I ran from him, yes. Tried to take Bennett away to protect my baby. But I'm not stupid enough to actually try and take down an Original, much less the hybrid." Though there were certainly times I wished I could. "Elijah, please. I'm begging you not to do anything."

That was all I could do.

Beg the Originals not to use their power.

It's not like anyone could really stop them that wasn't already a thousand years old.

Elijah let out a humorless laugh. "You truly believe Niklaus will keep his word."

"He always does with me." He'd even offered to let the Crescents go. If it meant I would come back willingly. "Will you give me yours?"

Where was Klaus? He already knew about Elijah's plan. Surely he would've come in already.

"No." The word struck me.

"The fuck you mean, no? He'll find out. He might already know because your shady ass is in my room in the middle of the night."

"Doubtful. Niklaus has been disappearing at night. Every time I've attempted to discover where it is he's going, his bed is empty and cold before I get there."

Weird. "You think he's plotting something on his own?" He still hasn't retaliated for what I'd done, and I was kind of afraid of what he would do.

"I would not be surprised."

Great.

"Until I find your dagger, he can use it."

He hummed. "Why did you wake my siblings?"

"I felt bad for Kol and I was angry with Klaus." The way he was staring at me, made me shift uneasily.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"What?" I stuttered. Fucking stuttered.

"You know as well as I that you do not possess the ability to lie. Spit it out."

"No." Shit. Shit. Shit. "We got very off topic. I need you to stop this plan of yours. I'll get Klaus to keep his end of the deal. Okay?"

Elijah's eyes narrowed, jaw jutting forward. "Alright."

Thank the gods.

He got up to leave, pausing by the door. "If he does anything else to jeopardize Hayley's relationship with Hope, I will be forced to continue on this endeavor. You will tell me where the golden dagger is, whether or not I have to pry it out of your memories is entirely up to you."

A chill went down my spine. He was willing to invade my mind.

Would my bookshelves survive such an intrusion?

Elijah left.

There was also something else that was bothering me about that conversation. Where was Klaus going? Why did he bother evading Elijah? Was he going to see Freya?

But every night?

He wasn't seeing someone else, I would've felt it.

Was I wrong to want space? It wasn't as though he'd compelled me to protect me, he just didn't want to deal with my grief. I wasn't useful to him, he'd said.

A lone wolf standing in the middle of glorious destruction. I suppose he thought I was his type then, half out of my mind and covered in blood.

He just had to have me.

What was I doing? I knew we were soulmates, but surely there's a way to counteract it. Would Esther have known? Would she tell me?

Would Bonnie have it in her book of spells? Or Sam in his freakishly in depth library?

No one knew about it except...

Marcel.

If he'd overheard, maybe I could talk to him about it.