He almost spoke of New Orleans like a first love. Or like a Prince who'd been unseated. She knew plenty about both, the former from firsthand experience, the latter from too much time out West. Neither gave her all the answers about Klaus, but they were interesting possibilities.

Why were vampires so complicated?

Her eyes cut to one side, glancing at the entrance to the club. Two bellbottoms came inside and a quick glance at their auras immediately told her they were Cainites. And therefore not bellbottoms. Just poorly disguised.

Merde.

"Do you dance?" she asked the gentlemen abruptly, seeing as her flirtations with Rebekah had been thwarted.