Caroline stalked into the bar not too much later. If she'd been a cat, her tail would have been lashing back and forth, her fur sleek and her ears laid back. She'd seen the "check out" list on the front desk and she was in need of a drink.

She didn't bother with a glass, just picked up a bottle of whiskey, the same brand the Salvatore brothers preferred in the boarding house, twisted off the top and drank deeply.

Rebekah was gone. It was fucked up to miss someone you hated.

Lindsey was gone. Caroline didn't even know how to classify the feelings she was having around that.

She grabbed another bottle for good measure and dropped into one of the pink wing-backed chairs.