Apparently so. But the last I remember from home you'd locked me inside the Gilbert home with your Expression, what they call the very darkest of magics. Locked me in with, I might add, the charred remains of my brother Kol.
Ordinarily sweetheart, I'd suggest you run, and run far. But there's been all manner of talk of truce and I suppose that must now include you. So you can have the same mercy I grant Elena. Go ahead and ask her about that