KLAUS sat in front of his easel with a large canvas perched on the ledge. He rested the sole of his boots on the metal rim underneath his chair and held a paintbrush in his hands. Music was playing softly in the background while he stroked the bristles across the pulled fabric stappled to the frame. He was too absorbed in his own world and barely noticed Ingrid strolling into the room wearing nothing but lingerie and a sheer, lace robe.

The corners of his mouth twitched into an amused smirk but he never tore his eyes away from his painting, only admiring her from the peripherals of his vision. "Good morning, my love."

"Hmm." Raising an eyebrow, Ingrid slowly approached him and pushed his shoulders back enough that she could straddle his lap. She lowered herself down with a wide smirk. Leaning her head down, she began peppering the sensitive skin of the base of his neck with tender kisses.

Klaus groaned, trying not to give in, and shifted from underneath of her, almost grinding against her. He kept trying to paint but was getting distracted by her touch and proximity, not to mention the fact that she was almost completely naked on top of him.

Clearing his throat and glancing at her in subtle arousal, he stopped painting for a moment to question her antics. "Ingrid." He mused lowly causing her to hum against him in acknowledgement. "What are you doing?"

She didn't respond at first and continued trailing kisses across his skin while running her hand down his chest. "Why? Would you like for me to stop?" She asked in a sultry tone, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "Because..." She drew out slowly and began undoing the buttons. Her hand snaked underneath the fabric, trailing down his chest and sending goosebumps in the wake of her finger tips. She then place a hand around to the back of his head, tangling her fingers gently in his curls while shifting her hips back and forth on his lap. "I could always stop." Ingrid finished her statement and stopped completely, climbing off him.

"Hmm..." He mused huskily to himself and placed the brush down with a low laugh before quickly wrapping his hand around her neck. He squeezed the sides of her throat aggressively, not concerned about the blue paint staining or the deep, purple bruise bleeding underneath her skin.

She glanced down at him through her thick eyelashes and smirked seductively, clearing enjoying this moment. "No." He pulled her down roughy so that he could whisper harshly in her ear. "You're going to finish what you started."

Ingrid lowered herself back down on top of him while quietly wheezing for air and stared at him with a lustful expression. Klaus yanked her forward by the neck and crashed his lips to hers, the kiss hungry and passionate. He let go of her neck and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of her head. She moaned hoarsely and pulled his bottom lip with her teeth, hard enough to draw a small amount of blood.

Klaus' hands trailed down to her back, caressing the curves of her body and soaking in the softness underneath the calluses of his fingers. Feeling the stinging from Ingrid drawing blood sent him into a frenzy and he frantically pulled her robe off. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he may have written some of the delicate lace work. He moved his lips to her jaw line and whispered breathlessly to her. "I'll buy you a new one."

"I don't care." She responded quickly and reattached their lips, pressing her body closer to him. Ingrid began undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt and tried to push it away from his body. Klaus got the hint and removed his hands from her body long enough for her to pull it off his arms. He quickly returned his hands to their place and dug his nails into her hips. He slowly littered her jaw, neck, and cleavage with needy kisses. The points of his fangs gently grazed across her skin causing shivers to roll down her spine.

He grabbed her tightly in his grip and sped them toward the couch across the room, tossing her down on her back. Klaus climbed on top, pinning her down with his own body, and pulled her leg around his waist. Caressing the back of her thigh, he trailed his lips from her bare stomach back up to neck. He stopped behind her ear to whisper seductively. "God, I want you."

"You can have all of me." Ingrid replied with an affectionate smile and he immediately kissed her passionately again.

New Orleans' vampire population decided to take up residence at Marcel's former loft which hadn't been used in over seven years. After they turned in their daylight rings, the group needed somewhere to hide from the sun and from the king of New Orleans and the two hybrids.

Klaus threw open the large, wooden doors and strolled into the room with a mischievous smirk. "Rise and shine, Nightwalker Nation." He yelled loudly and glanced around at all the vampires hiding from the sun. "If it was your aim to get my attention, then I must say you've been wildly successful. I am now singularly focused on your impending suffering." He remarked with a smile as Ingrid walked into the loft with a coin in-between her fingers. She approached Klaus and handed it over to him. He thanked her kindly then displayed the coin to the group. "And to whomever sent this coin and knows where Greta is..." He trailed off, kicking over one of the chairs. "It's time to show your face."

He tossed the coin in the air and grabbed two of the broken chair legs before speeding toward the vampires, killing two of them. He then bared his fangs and took a sizeable chunk out of another. He stabbed one of the others in the heart with the wooden fragments all before the coin could finish spinning around against the hard wood floor.

A remaining vampire sat on the floor, gaping in horror as he crawled backwards in an attempt to get away. Klaus smirked at him and he stood to his feet, running off only to crash into Marcel, who knocked him back down the ground. "Man, don't look to me for help. Y'all lost your chance to trade loyalty for protection." Marcel reminded them with a shrug of his shoulders.

Ingrid grabbed the vampire by the leg and effortlessly dragged him along the floor toward one of the windows, which had been covered in heavy, black curtains. The vampire kicked at her while whimpering in fear. "No."

She tossed him down carelessly and glanced at him with a stern expression. "This is your very last opportunity to confess."

He sat on his knees and held his hands up in surrender. "Look, I don't know anything."

Ingrid clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and pursed her lips. "That's a pity, isn't it?" She rhetorically questioned before grabbing him by his collar and holding up to the window just as Klaus drew back the curtains, exposing the sunlight. He screamed out in agony and flailed around in her grip prior to igniting in flames. Ingrid dropped his body down to the floor where it burned until there was nothing but ash left.

"It's me you're looking for." A female voice said from behind them. The trio turned around to see Greta standing in the foyer with the coin in her hand. When she knew she had their attention, she smirked proudly and held up the coin. "Perhaps we should talk."

Klaus and Ingrid argued about what course of action to take and it was ultimately decided, by Klaus, that they take Greta hostage and drain her of blood in order to get answers.

Greta opened her eyes to see Klaus standing in front of her, lighting a candle then blowing out the match. "You know, for someone who organized this little summit, you're woefully short on details. So I'm going to ask you one last time. Why did you take my son?!" He sneered furiously, narrowing his eyes into slits.

Ingrid walked into the dungeon to see Greta hanging upside on a stone slab with her wrists slit open and her blood falling down to the floor. "As impressive as this is..." She admitted honestly with pursed lips then rolled her eyes and gave him an annoyed look. "Niklaus, just kill her. I don't care why she took Eirik. All I care about is that she took him and now she needs to pay for that."

"She will, love. Patience." He advised with a kind smile and kissed her temple. "Ingrid is more straight to the point than I am." He commented to their hostage before grabbing Greta, spinning her around so she was sitting upright and stabbing large nails through her hands. Klaus smirked deviously as Greta cried out in pain and breathed heavily from the torture.

"You knew we'd have this little chat. No doubt you binged on vervain till your throat was red and raw. And now, sadly, drip, drip, drip..." He mimicked, turning his back to her and taking a few steps away. "All over the floor it goes." The male hybrid whispered and turned back to look at her.

"Sein Mangel an vision... wird sein untergang sein." Greta quoted with a furious expression on her face.

""His lack of vision will be his downfall."" Klaus translated, showing her that he understood what was said..

"That's what he always said about you." Greta remarked with a nod of her head.

"He?" Klaus questioned in confusion.

"You and I have a friend in common." Greta informed Klaus vaguely.

Getting frustrated, Ingrid sighed loudly and held her hands up to her nose. "Oh, my..." She trailed off in a low growl then took a deep breath. "I don't have time nor the patience for this."

"Oh, I sincerely doubt that." Klaus drew out slowly to his hostage and sat down on a nearby barrel.

"It's true. August Müller." Greta answered and Klaus' face fell in realization. I don't blame you for forgetting. It was a long time ago. Rostock, Germany. Spring. 1933." She reminded him in a pained snarl. "Do you remember him now?"

Klaus stood to his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "As an elephant considers a gnat... merely a trifle." He blew off, turning on his heels to walk away.

"That trifle is my Bodhidharma, my Guru Nanak, my Jesus! August is the touchstone to everything that I believe, and the reason that I and my friends took your sweet Eirik." Greta informed with tears in her eyes. "Your children are dangerous. Menaces, threats."

Ingrid sped toward the vampire and wrapped her hand around her throat, strangling her harshly. "Watch what you say about my children." She growled out dangerously.

Klaus slowly approached them, his tone stern and slow. "My children are merely that. Children. Innocent."

"Children born of werewolf blood, who can create hybrids at will. Their defects must be corrected." Greta choked out against Ingrid's grip.

Ingrid punched her hand into Greta's chest and grabbed ahold of her heart as Klaus jabbed a finger in her direction. "Their defect is our defect!" He sneered, motioning between himself his wife. "Say that again, I'll pluck out your eyeballs and eat them like olives off my fingertips." He threatened, looking down at his fingers.

"I'll call it what it is... A dirtying of my species. Which diminishes the pure and superior nature of vampires." She explained through her pain.

"You're basically a white supremacist but for vampires." Ingrid drew out in disgust and squeezed on Greta's heart. Greta gasped out in pain and Ingrid was about to rip her heart out when Klaus placed a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Make your point." He requested from Greta strictly.

"Your daughter will purify herself, submitting to the same spell that your mother, Esther, once used to bind you. Once her werewolf side is sublimated, Hope will no longer be capable of creating her abominations." Greta explained through gritted teeth. "Then that leaves Eirik."

"And what if we don't agree?" Klaus asked curiously, amused by this.

"It's a simple choice. Your daughter's werewolf nature or your son's worldly life." Greta threatened and felt Ingrid's grip loosen slightly in surprise. "Do you know how easy it is to plant people where you need them? I've had eyes on him from the beginning. Unless you're willing to take the chance... Clock is ticking."

Ingrid was shocked for a moment but overcame it enough to reestablish her hold over Greta's heart. Greta knew Ingrid was winding up to rip her heart out and laughed darkly. "If you kill me, they'll kill him regardless."

Klaus walked toward Ingrid and grabbed ahold of her wrist, his face pleading and desperate. "I know..." He whispered in understanding upon seeing her facial expression and shook his head. "They come first." He quoted her from seven years ago causing her to back down slowly.

She removed her hand from Greta's chest cavity and the younger vampire breathed out in relief as the wound healed.

The hybrids were in the den upstairs with Marcel, who was listening to Klaus explain why Greta wanted revenge and the predicament they were now facing. "The man was a forgettable artist, a virulent fascist and a murderous slob who slaughtered werewolves by the pack."

"That explains the purest ideals." Ingrid commented in disgust and her lips curled up into a sneer.

"And what did you do to him?" Marcel asked curiously, leaning against one of the tables.

Klaus' mouth twitched up into a smirk and he quickly moved to cover it up. "What makes you think I had any piece in this?"

"Oh, I don't know, a couple hundred years of history." Marcel resounded with a shrug causing Ingrid to chuckle beside him.

"That hideous Greta woman with her reverence for a dilettante who made no mark upon the world. I will not entertain her hateful ask and bind my child." Klaus snarled furiously.

Marcel sighed and began ease the situation. "Alright, look, shouldn't Hope get a say in this?"

"This fate which she demands, the curse which I bore for a millennia, I can't put my daughter through that. It's a pain worse than death." He whispered with a far off expression then brought himself back to reality. "No, I will see that woman roast upon a pyre before I give in to the demands of these cultists."

"Look, alright, I got your back. I do, okay?" Marcel responded before Ingrid had the chance to speak up. "But they threatened Eirik, okay? If Hope isn't given a chance to save him, she will not forgive you. Let alone Ingrid." He explained, gesturing to the woman, who waved a hand, beside him.

"And if I impose this shame upon my daughter and then they kill Eirik anyway? I won't forgive myself." Klaus whispered with tears in his eyes.

Ingrid walked toward him and placed her hands flat on his chest. "Niklaus." She called out softly to him causing him to look down at her with a panicked expression. "We need to give Hope the choice. She deserves the autonomy to make the choice for herself. I understand the need to protect her from that. Trust me, I do. But you need to give her what Esther never gave you. The choice." She attempted to reason with him, giving the hybrid before her a meaningful look. "Be better than your mother. I know that bar is extremely low but be better. Let Hope decide what she wants for herself. If she decides not to then we will find another way. We always do."

Klaus stared at her for a second before sighing heavily. "I can't do that to her."

"You're not." She argued sternly and began to push further. "I can't begin to imagine what that curse was like for you. But if Hope decides to do this, you have to respect it. We will kill every last one of the bastards that harmed our son then once it's safe, we can figure out how to reverse the spell."

He was silent, battling with himself about what would be best. Ingrid could see that he was having a hard time and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers. She squeezed his hand in comfort and gave him a small, reassuring smile. He barely smiled back causing Ingrid to frown. Sighing, she turned toward Marcel and looked between the two men. "Someone needs to go to the school and get the children."

Marcel nodded his head in understanding and held a hand up. "I'll go."

"Thank you." Ingrid smiled in appreciation and Klaus nodded at him. Marcel nodded back and kissed Ingrid on the cheek before walking out of the room, starting his long trip to Mystic Falls.

The couple went back down to the cellar again and Klaus was spinning the coin between his fingers anxiously while Ingrid paced the dirt beside their hostage.

"You shouldn't underestimate the movement. We will not fail." Greta remarked in determination causing Ingrid to scoff.

"You know, history is littered with eugenicists who overstate their sway." Klaus replied as he stopped the coin and walked toward her. "The Khmer Rouge, the Hutu, the Turks in Armenia. All of whom left death and suffering in their wake and all of whom buckled under the weight of their own hatred. Still..." He trailed off and sat down in front of her before staring deeply into her eyes and compelling her for answers. "If you're feeling confident, tell me the names of your co-conspirators."

"Sorry. Tank's not quite empty yet." Greta answered when the compulsion failed.

Klaus stood abruptly to his feet and smirked tauntingly. "You know, August was very weak and very small."

"And yet he spawned a crusade that lasted a hundred years." Greta sneered out with a pointed expression.

"I don't see a crusade. I see a lone woman grasping to justify her last gasps of hate." He explained with a spite full look.

"And I see a man who knows that's a lie." Greta replied with a patronizing smile. "But what you can't figure out is how many of us there are. And just how deeply we have infected your world."

"That's enough." Ingrid drew our dully and grabbed one of Klaus' tools off a nearby table then slit Greta's throat open in a swift motion. Greta began to choke on her own blood and gasp out for air before hanging her head and falling silent and lifeless.

Klaus turned toward his wife with a surprised yet amused expression. Ingrid shrugged her shoulders and carelessly tossed the blood covered tool back down onto the table. "Two birds. She shuts up and we bleed her out some more. She'll bleed out more if you slice major arteries. You should cut into the femoral and carotid arteries."

Klaus smirked over at her in approval and threw his arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the stairs as he moved to leave the cellar.

"Marcel, I have a question." Klaus greeted him after Marcel picked up the phone. "Would it be wrong of me to assume there are traitors in my midst?" He asked in worry and threw back a glass of bouron he had stressfully poured for himself.

"So... what? Now we've moved from "blameless Klaus" to "paranoid Klaus."" Marcel asked incredulously from the other end of the phone call.

"Well, if that zealot claims to have friends, I'll choose to believe her. It's been two days since you pledged your allegiance, and your first response to Greta's demands was to question me." Klaus reminded him, harsh and angry, and poured himself another drink.

"It was to find a way out." Marcel responded in exhaustion with a small sigh. "It's gonna take hours to get her clean. And in the meantime, Hope and Eirik are still targets. I'm just looking for a way to save them both and keep Hope from having to bind herself."

"These people respond to strength, not capitulation. Do you understand that reality?" He asked sternly then lowered his voice and licked his lips. "Can I count on you not to blink in the face of their hatred?"

"Always." Marcel answered honestly, his voice not wavering. "Once I have Hope and Eirik, I'll bring them home and we can deal with it." He explained in exasperation then hung up the phone.

Klaus heard the line go dead and removed the phone from his ear. He tossed it down on the bar and sighed heavily, resting his head in his hands. He heard footsteps behind him and looked up to see Ingrid approaching him. She stood beside him and rubbed his back soothingly. He looked over at her with a reluctant expression causing her to raise an eyebrow in suspension. "I have a partial plan and need your help but you're not going to like it." He vaguely explained and she glanced at him, confused and wary.

"Well, I have something you're not going to like either." She responded and licked her lips anxiously. "I called Hope." Ingrid admitted and he gaped at her in disbelief.

"How could you do that?" Klaus snarled in betrayal. "You went behind my back?"

"No. I didn't." She replied sternly with a shake of her head. "I was giving our daughter the choice to decide for herself."

He opened his mouth to speak but she held a hand up and stopped him before he could. "I'm not going to argue right now. Hope deserves the choice. I'm sorry if that makes you angry but you weren't willing to give that to her. So I did. I wasn't trying to betray your trust or go behind your back or disrespect your authority as her father but the safety of our children comes before anything else." She explained with a strict look on her face, not backing down or wavering underneath his furious glares.

Klaus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself before speaking again. "Fine. But I'm not done with this conversation. We will talk later. Since you've taken it upon yourself to act without my say, I'm going to act without yours." He remarked passive-aggressively and Ingrid shot him an unimpressed expression. "Nope. Don't give me that face."

Rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, she glanced up at him with a disapproving face. "That's different. For all I know you're about to go do something stupid and reckless."

"What I'm about to do--" He snapped loudly and stormed toward the door. "--is convince our daughter not to destroy herself. Is that good with yo no? Well, too bad." He snarkily added with a patronizing smile. He recalled his main point and held up a finger up. "Oh. I'm going to need some of your blood when I get back."

Ingrid dropped her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, confused and worried. "For what?"

"Don't worry about it." He responded with a condescending smile then left the room.

Refusing to give up, she chased him out the door while calling out his name. "Niklaus! Niklaus!" She yelled as he ignored her and rushed toward the front door. "Niklaus!"

"What?" Klaus snapped in aggravation and stopped in his place, turning to face her with a mixed expression. Panic, impatience, hurt, and anger all swirling around inside of him.

"Are you really that mad at me right now?" She asked in surprise and took a step back, caught off guard by his hostility toward her. Scoffing and holding her hands out at her sides, she searched her mind for the proper words. "I--- wh-- I am so confused. Why are so angry with me?"

"I expect betrayal from a lot of people." He explained with a small, nonchalant shrug then glanced at her emotionally, tears pooling in his light blue eyes. "But never you." He whsipered painfully, his voice cracking, and walked away again. Klaus left the compound, slamming the door behind him as he walked out.

Ingrid gaped at his empty spot in shock. Her heart fell down to her stomach and she had to blink her eyed repeatedly to stop herself from crying. Clearing her throat, she fiddled with her fingertips and shifted on her feet awkwardly before walking back up the stairs. She wanted to chase him down again but feared she would only make it worse.

When Klaus was angry, sometimes it was better to give him space and time to calm himself down enough before approaching the situation again. Ingrid tried to convince herself that he wasn't actually mad at her and he was just overwhelmed with the threats looming over their children's heads. She told herself that he was simply lashing out and while he may have been angry at her for calling their daughter, he wasn't actually that angry.

Latet on, Klaus returned from his trip and threw two people down onto the concrete floor of the courtyard as Marcel sat in one of the armchairs with an exhausted look. "Klaus Mikaelson has been quite the busy boy today. First you're up and back to Mystic Falls, now you're abducting werewolves from the bayou." He remarked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"If Greta's greatest fear is "abominations," then I intend to give her that horror in a never-ending nightmare." Klaus explained his plan, kneeling down beside the two werewolves. "I have a quart of Ingrid's blood and I will use every last drop of it to create more hybrids." He then stood straight to his feet and faced the younger vampire with an angry look on his face. "You and Ingrid went behind my back. You put my daughter's life at risk and you betrayed me."

Marcel stood up from his seat and walked around the furniture to meet him halfway. "I did what was right."

"What was right for whom?" Klaus questioned strongly, approaching him.

"For your daughter. For your son. For my siblings. For my city." Marcel answered sternly and protectively.

"This isn't about what was right. Your city rejected you. So did my sister." Klaus threw in his face and Marcel rolled his eyes. "Now all you want is for them to take you back. You just need to be loved, Marcel, that's your weakness. That's how I knew what you'd done without you having to say a word. And that's why I know, no matter what you promise when you claim to be an ally, you..." He trailed off and shook his head with a small sigh. "You will always falter." He expressed his disappointment then turned toward the werewolves, who were starting to wake up. He walked over and handed them each a bowl of Ingrid's blood. "Drink up." He offered and the female wolf began to drink quickly. "And when you go back out into the world, be sure to tell everybody Greta Sienna is responsible for your fate."

Ingrid walked out onto the balcony in time to see Klaus snapping their necks and sighed heavily, hanging her head. Shaking her head to herself, she walked down the hall and eventually out of sight. Klaus had asked for her blood so he could create hybrids which was something Ingrid never wanted to do.

Greta managed to escape the cellar and attacked Josh in the process. Klaus sat down on one of the cement structures as Ingrid stood in front of him, furious and panicked. They both turned to the sound of footsteps to see Marcel walking in to join them.

"Will he survive?" Klaus asked quietly, slightly concerned.

"Josh? Yeah." Marcel answered with a heavy sigh and nodded his head. "He's lucky to still have his face, but... I think so."

"That's good..." Ingrid mused in approval then threw her hands up in frustration. "We should have just killed her." She commented in annoyance and rubbed her temples.

"Had we killed her, they would have killed Eirik." Klaus reminded her with a pointed look then looked Marcel. "Does Josh have any idea where Greta's gotten off to?" He inquired curiously.

"Do you remember that part where I said he's lucky to have his face?" Marcel replied in a snarky tone and looked at him incredulously.

"What I said earlier..." Klaus trailed off and glanced at him apologetically. "I was angry."

"Yeah, well... you weren't wrong. I'm off my game. Your sister really did a number on my head." Marcel admitted sadly and Ingrid walked over, resting a hand on his back. He gave her an appreciative smile. "I'll be okay."

"Absent Elijah, my temper gets the better of me. It did today. And it did a century ago, with August." Klaus explained and began to tell the tale of how he murdered August. "I am far from blameless, Marcel. Although he got nothing less than what he deserved. In fact, I think I took it easy on him. But the rest never saw it coming. Some of them were guilty of hate. But most were innocent. And they all became victims of that... part of me I'd been forced to suppress. So, you see, in the end, I was the match that lit the fuse. My mistake was that I humiliated them, and in doing so, I empowered them with the most potent form of hate... That which has fueled my rage for a millennia." He stood to his feet and looked Marcel in the eye with tears pooling in his light blue eyes. "Shame. I gifted them shame."

Ingrid was making her way toward Hope's room when Klaus intercepted her in the hallway. He gave her an apologetic smile and anxiously fiddled with his wedding band around his finger. She raised an eyebrow at him but otherwise kept her face blank, not wanting to be the first to speak in order to avoid an argument or angering him further.

"I'm sorry." He breathed out a genuine apology. "I know you would never betray me and I didn't mean to accuse you of doing so. You were only doing what was best for our kids as you should. As I should. I... I didn't want her to have to go through what I did. You don't want them to be wolves but I don't want them to deny their true natures. But ultimately, you were right. Hope needed to decide for herself. They deserve to make their choices. It's hard for me to accept but I will. It'll take some time and a lot of patience but I'll get there."

"It's alright, my love. I understand and I'm not mad. Thank you for your apology." Ingrid smiled at him appreciation and kissed him affectionately on the lips. She then pulled away and gave him her own apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for not consulting you first. That was wrong of me. I wasn't trying to undermine you. I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. Next time I will talk to you about it first."

"You're forgiven." He replied with a wide smile and leaned his head down to kiss her on the lips again.

She motioned toward the end of the hall with a sad look but tried to cover it up with a smile. "I'm going to check on Hope before I leave."

Klaus frowned sadly when he remembered with Hope in New Orleans, Ingrid had to leave and put distance between the two again which also meant putting distance between Ingrid and himself. He nodded in understanding and stepped to the side, moving out of her way. Smiling again, she nodded her head and walked past him. Approaching Hope's bedroom door, Ingrid rapped her knuckles against the wood and waited for a response however all she met was silence.

Staring at the door in confusion and worry, she opened the door enough to speak through. "Hope. May I come in?" She asked and once again was met with silence. Ingrid opened the door all the way to see that Hope's room was empty with no evidence of her having been there in the last few hours. "Niklaus." She called out to her husband, who approached her with a face of perplexity. "Where's Hope?"

Eirik walked out of his room with a guilty look on his face and spoke frantically. "She snuck out with a guy."

"What guy?" Klaus asked sternly along with some rage lacing his voice as Ingrid walked further into the room, looking from clues.

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