He was right. She was alone here, completely on her own, only worth keeping so long as she was useful to Klaus. In the morning, when her and Arik’s little prank with the beaker came to light, when they discovered what had happened to Dare, she’d be done for. I have no one to fight for me.
I am alone.
Not true. She had herself.
Desiree gritted her teeth, squared her shoulders, and focused on that lifeline. I have myself. I am the daughter of Klaus-fucking-Koch. I am your better in every way. You think you can fuck with me? You think I’ll bend over for any of you? Think again.
Desiree was done being anyone’s bitch.
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