[She indulged Elena in her warning, accepting the words from her friend and the well intentioned caution it was meant as. She was already aware of the danger of Klaus, having sensed something in him from their first meeting. Her dragon would not have taken to him so easily if there were not a beast somewhere inside. Even without Drogon, she had seen his bravado and ease, he possessed the same nature that Daario did and she knew better than to fully trust the sellsword.

It didn't remove the draw from him, the way emotions seemed to amplify when Klaus was near. Even without seeing his face, she felt immediate relief knowing he was close by. Her gaze was steady, but her head still felt as if it was swimming. Every sensation was still amplified, made all the worse by the proximity of Klaus and whatever magic bound them as tightly together as they were.

She looked at her finger before meeting his eyes, reminding herself that the crimson thread was still there.]

I was supposed to be sacrificed. [That much she was certain of, the rest...it was a blur.] I still had blood in my system from before, when they tried to skin me in their games.

[All of this was what Elena had told her, though there was no reason for it not to be true.]

I woke like this.