"Did I give you permission to do that?" He asked in a sing-song cherry voice. "You know where we are, you were told where to find Mary and we haven't exactly traveled far in that time. It is not your job to tell Stefan to worry or not to worry about you. Now I know you can't be trusted," he tsked, "and I'm afraid that while your intentions may be good, dear Elena, that you've only caused a mess of problems. Now Stefan is going to go to your little Bennett brat and have a locator spell placed on you. My brother will have to...intervene."