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The heavy New Orleans air clings to the French Quarter, thick with magnolia and secrets. Inside the Abattoir, lamplight pools on mahogany as the Mikaelsons gather, tension crackling. Davina's voice cuts through: 'My sister is coming. Behave—all of you, including Klaus.' Kol’s hand stills on her arm. Rebekah arches a brow. The silence that follows is sharp, expectant. Then the front door swings open, and every immortal eye turns to you, standing in the threshold. The air goes still.