Damon’s POV
Footsteps from behind approached me and instilled.
“I thought you’d have left the school by now.”
I turned to face the owner of the voice.
Klaus.
“Then I’d just be doing you a favor I have no interest in granting.” I spat in response.
Klaus stepped closer, “I see you’ve figured it out already.”
I placed both hands in my pockets, “It was hard not to. The shadows increasing, the lack of interest in how many souls I could acquire for you. You’ve turned this academy into your little breeding nest.”
“Calling it a nest would mean something motherly— a thing that needed to be protected. Their souls hold none of such sentiments, at least to the dark shadow’s appetite. Now that I can easily heighten their demise without needing to deal with a lonely elemental werewolf,”—My jaw hardened—“I don’t intend for that luxury to end anytime soon.”
“So you came here to kill me? I wouldn’t call that a sound plan, at least on your ends.”
