Or it hadn’t gotten to that point yet. Time would only tell if Klaus was truly content with Elena as a blood bag or if he might desire more. But there wasn’t really anything she could do to extricate herself fully from the situation.
“It’s okay, Elijah,” she answered softly, hand stretching for his. “He’s not going to let me go. And I’m sure you know him better than I do.” Pushing Klaus one made him that much more resolved to do things his way. “I’m okay. Like they said, no one forced me to do anything. There’s always a choice.” It just may not contain the option she preferred. She could have refused the dare and had a drink. But who knew what the next dare would have been. Or what she might have agreed to drunk. It was entirely about weighing the options carefully.