Vynessa's POV
The familiar smell of new leather swims subtly through the air. Underneath that is a subtly smell of something else, a scent only associated with this place. It fills me with a sense of unease.
I shift further into the corner until my back brushes against the cold wall.
Elijah is standing by the window looking more pissed than ever before, and over what? The fact that the cops came to see him and not the me… the damn victim?
After Klaus’ conversation with 626, I'd been sceptical about the effectiveness of the cops but I soon realized ten minutes later that I hadn't been sceptical enough.