The dragon's roars had faded into the distance, leaving behind the ruins of what once was a youthful-looking forest. Ash and embers floated in the air, around the vampires and Mia, who had been waiting for the fire to die out so they could leave. Klaus's eyes were on the witch from the Huffington Pack, as he had noticed how weak she'd gotten. She stumbled, and her knees buckled under the strain of the spell she had just performed. Without hesitation, he got behind him, catching her from falling.
"You're not dying on me now," Klaus whispered in a gentlemanly voice, trying to sound charming.
The witch's lips trembled, but she didn't respond. Her strength was spent, and her head lolled against Klaus's chest as he straightened, cradling her with care.
