The name caused him to blink, pausing a moment. Could it be her? Could she actually be sitting in front of him without a clue as to who he was in return? Briefly Elijah wondered if she’d even started dreaming of the other life. Or, if she had, had she started dreaming of New Orleans?
That musing was dismissed almost as soon as it crossed his mind, though. She was human, no faint whiff of the underlying wolf. She had no idea who he was and yet he had promised to protect her, and the child she carried within her. Elijah was a man who always kept his promise, even in the actual world. And even if, judging by the glass in front of her, she wasn’t pregnant in this world.
“Mikaelson,” he responded, taking her hand and lifting it to brush his lips across the back of it before lowering her hand once more. “Elijah Mikaelson. And the pleasure is mine, Ms. Marshall. You bear an uncanny resemblance to my sister’s girlfriend.” Eyes twinkled warmly, lips twitching just slightly.