She easily shrugged off Matt’s grasp on her arm, not budging from the current spot for the moment. Not until Klaus told her why the hell he kept hurting Tyler. She’d seen that look in his eyes before, heard that tone directed at her back when she’d been the distraction for Stefan to retrieve Elena, but she was beyond caring for her own safety for the moment, ready to keep pushing. And then he’d said Matt’s name and she couldn’t put her friend in any more danger than she already had. It was fine if she got burned, but like hell she was going to let him deal with anymore pain.
“I was wrong,” she finally said, voice raw with emotion as she tried to stifle her fury. She clasped her hands in front of her for a moment, attempting to reel it all inside and stop what was coming next, but she couldn’t. It seemed she couldn’t ever control her emotions around him. “I thought maybe, just maybe, there was some good in you. Something hidden deep inside because of your drawings, because of...of things, but there isn’t. There’s nothing there. You are not even worth the energy it takes to talk to you.”
Dropping her hands, she took a step backward, ready to leave then. “So leave me the hell alone.”