Rebekah wasn't reading this same magazine for the last few days, ever since Alec had left. She hadn't said a word about his betrayal to Nik because she knew that he would overreact and do something rash. And as much as Rebekah hated Alec right now, she loved him too. He had been her loyal soldier for so long, she didn't know where it all went wrong.
No. She did know. Alec had never fully trusted vampires. He thought he was better than them and wasn't afraid to share his opinion about it. She hadn't thought much of it since it didn't stop him from sharing his blood with her, from sharing his bed with her. It didn't stop him from rescuing her although now she wondered if that had more to do with Faith than with her.
"Hmm?" She looked up when Neal walked into the room. Neal and Shannon were good company in her home even if they were all retreating into their own spaces to deal with their own issues. Rebekah did not care for living alone and could not ask Klaus to share his palace because he would find out about Alec if she did and also because those wretched dogs left hairs all over her shoes and clothing.
"I'm not actually reading it. It's comforting, looking at the pictures, flipping the pages. Is that strange?" She tilted her head, blue eyes staring intently at him. In some ways perhaps it was a good thing that Rebekah had been buried in concrete. If that memory spell hadn't hit than Rebekah would have killed Neal for certain. He was spying on her and her brother for the prison. Yet here he was in her house. Perhaps it was fleeting though. She had once seduced the man that the prison had spurned and he had left. They always left eventually.
She turned her eyes away from Neal for a minute and set her magazine aside.
"Come sit." She patted the sofa beside her. When he sat down next to her she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I hate this city," she said after a minute.