own.
That did unsettle her. It was a given that any of the Original vampires were dangerous on their own. Kol, it seemed, was a level unto himself, however. And, much as she wanted to argue with him, he had a point. It hardly mattered to him what happened to her.
Jaw snapped shut with a huff. Elena twisted in her seat, looking out the passenger-side window. She had a headache, thanks to the Kol-inflicted wound on her forehead. And, after a moment, one hand rose, probing the area. At least it seemed to have stopped bleeding.