“Your family wasn’t originally from the new world, right? Because no offense, but you all have more Scandinavian features than the Native Americans of Virginia.” The horse was finished eating and so Caroline had moved closer, gently rubbing a hand down the mare’s head as she murmured reassuring words. It had been a while since she’d been this close to a horse, not since the ball, and that one had been dressed up for duty so petting it had seemed out of the question.
“If you ever sell two paintings we’ll get to do the whole sunrise to sunset dream you’ve apparently got going on.” Which would mean spending even more time with him, a significant amount of time, and Caroline was surprised to find she wasn’t dreading the possibility. Oh she was anxious about it, but for completely different reasons than usual.
“None of them hate me.” She kept her gaze focused on the horse, even if her honesty was meant for Klaus. It was easier to not look at him so she could keep talking. “I really thought one of them would at least hate me. Or tell me they’d hate me. Never forgive me. Want nothing to do with me.”
Wasn’t that what was supposed to happen if you kissed who was supposed to be your stories bad guy?
“Even Elena doesn’t hate me and I’d say she’s got more reason than most to be the one to be able to do that. Or Stefan.”