I hear Elijah has refused you the cure, and in return you have refused my freedom. S h a m e on you both. But while you boys sort our your problems, I have one last thing to offer you. I have caught wind that there is a witch in New Orleans named Jane-Anne Deveraux plotting a move against you. Hunt her down. What she has to say will rattle you so deeply to your core that chasing little old me will be the least of your concerns. It’s been a fun five centuries Klaus, but I’ve worn down too many good heels r u n n i n g from you.
Love, and hate.