"No. Now you're "Wish Granted"," she said with a faint smirk in his direction. He was after all technically dead just not by her hand. No, she'd had plenty of times to kill him over the years and had never done so. The zombies had really been the ones to get him, or perhaps he'd done it to himself. There was no point in speculating.
Rebekah stood on the edge of the forest with Clint beside her as they both kept razor sharp eyes out for anyone leaving the safety of the prison fence. If nobody came out soon they could always sneak inside for a bite but that was always risky especially with a new vampire.
It wasn't long at all when someone approached the gate. They weren't vampire, but a young man with brown hair. She looked over, met Clint's eyes and nodded. She wouldn't intervene unless things began to spiral out of control. She had to see if Clint had the self control to feed this way.