"You're not that far off," Bo said, offering a slight smile. There had been more times in her life than she cared to admit where she would have killed to have the family he had. People who loved and cared for you no matter how bad you messed up? She would have loved that. Instead, she'd gotten a heavy dose of religion, verbal and emotional abuse, and abandonment when it became clear that she was different from other girls.
From what she'd gathered on the network, though, Klaus's formative years hadn't been very different from her own. They'd only been a thousand years earlier than hers.
"If begging is a waste of time, it's a good thing I'm not here for that." In truth, she'd sought him out to size him up, to see for herself how dangerous or unbalanced or whatever he was. To see if she'd even need to do something about him. He wasn't bad so far, but it was early still, and she sincerely hoped that the blustery threats were really the extent of what he was going to do. Other than killing his sister's boyfriend. Which wasn't good, granted, but still.
Even so, she didn't think admitting that she was there to get a look at him was a good idea. She hadn't been in a serious fight in weeks and all the training and instinct in the world wasn't going to save her butt from someone who could rip her apart without thinking twice.