Well the anger was returned. Tenfold. She would be fine if she just stayed by his side. Oh she could have her dalliances with men who would hurt her. He hadn't cared until twice she'd chosen them over him. Once having nearly gotten all her family killed in the process. But was she really offering what she seemed to be. In spite of her anger, in spite of her admitting she was angry. She had said too that she loved him, and that had to mean something. It usually did with Rebekah.
In a flash of movement he had grabbed her arm. Staring at her, confused, more than a little wary, expecting a trick. He always expected a trick. But no, she was scared. Blood was power, they both knew it. But then she owed him blood. For Elena's blood that she had taken from him. Destroyed out of petty jealousy. Jealous of his hybrids, of their loyalty to him perhaps? She would never understand why he'd wanted, needed them.
A family that would never leave him, never betray him.
"What is this, is it a game? Do you think I won't take blood from you? You do owe me after all." But then if he was going to do it, why had he not yet. He once again considered the phone in his pocket and what he would say if he took his sisters blood in trade for information against one of her close friends. "He might not use it against you as he could mine. He might not do anything untoward at all? You do owe me blood" he told her. "You prevented me making more hybrids and you say I should value you above them? You were jealous, little more, so why should I not take from you now?"