"It doesn't have to be a prison, Mac," Rebekah said calmly. "I'm not here to order you around or to inflict any power over you. You can come and go from the house as you please as long as you behave yourself and don't draw attention to yourself or make a mess. I'm not like Jack and I'm not like Castor. I want to be your friend. I want to help you. You can pout and be sullen and moody all you want, but I'm not going anywhere, and unlike Castor, I have no intention of selling you to anyone else. This is your home now, so you might as well get used to it."