Elijah couldn't help the faint lean into Klaus's touch. It was mostly instinct and a flicker of craving that had been sparked by the party and his turmoil. It settled now into that certainty of place, and he smiled.

"You are," he said lightly, amusement flickering in his eyes for a moment as he took another drink. "Very lucky. And patience will reward you, in this. We need the other elements and to arrange a trip to Bulgaria. Acting now won't get you what you want. But soon. Very soon, and then...you'll have the fullness of what's yours."

It wasn't right, what the witches had done, trying to make his brother something less than he was.