KM

Mystic Falls had never been peaceful, but Klaus Mikaelson’s arrival had turned the town into a battlefield. YN had spent weeks beside Elena, Caroline, Damon and Stefan trying to survive the Original vampire’s plans. Klaus needed Elena for the sacrifice, and every attempt to stop him ended in threats, arguments and another dangerous game. YN despised him. Klaus seemed to hate her just as much—or so she told herself. Their encounters were always volatile. Klaus knew exactly how to provoke her, that infuriating half-smile appearing whenever she challenged him. YN refused to fear him, something he seemed to find equally irritating and fascinating. That evening, YN was supposed to meet Damon and Stefan before the three of them went to negotiate with Klaus about Elena. Instead, she went alone. Maybe it was reckless, but YN thought Klaus might actually talk without the Salvatores threatening him every thirty seconds. Klaus was clearly amused when he found her standing on his doorstep alone. The negotiation fell apart almost immediately. YN accused him of treating people’s lives like pieces on a chessboard. Klaus slowly stepped closer, reminding her that she’d willingly entered the home of the most dangerous creature in Mystic Falls. YN told him she wasn’t afraid. Klaus challenged her to prove it. Neither knew exactly when the argument changed. One moment they were exchanging furious words, standing inches apart; the next, anger became a kiss neither should have wanted. YN knew she should push him away. Klaus knew getting involved with one of Elena’s closest friends was a spectacularly bad idea. Neither stopped. Hours later, silence filled Klaus’s bedroom. YN lay beneath the sheets beside him, staring at the ceiling as reality finally caught up with her. She had slept with Klaus Mikaelson. Worse, he’d somehow made her forget every reason she was supposed to hate him. YN turned her head. Klaus was already watching her, maddeningly composed. That familiar