Her eyes narrowed, glaring at him. This wasn't about her putting her descendants on the chopping block. She was trying to play the game. But the Originals had been doing it for so much longer than she had.
Jaw worked for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "I'm not your plaything," Elena settled for retorting. Not his blow-up doll or a slut ready to fall into bed with him.
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