Elijah didn't understand the snarling, but he just shook his head. "He's not a regular vampire. He's a hybrid..." He looked at Hayley, and then the emotion was gone, shut down, just coldness there. "You lied to Rebekah."

"What?" The coldness was creepy, okay, but Jack was snarling, and Hayley didn't know if she should drift nearer to him or back away slowly from them both. She was predator enough to know not to run. She settled on backing back into the apartment. "No, I didn't."

"You told her that there hadn't been anyone else. That it had to be Klaus's."

Hayley gaped at him. "That is...a ridiculous interpretation of that conversation. I told her I wasn't pregnant, because there hadn't been anyone else except Klaus and vampires--and hybrids who are still dead--can't reproduce." She was near snarling now, too, wolf temper flaring. "Apparently I jinxed myself."

"But you had slept with Jack."

Hayley forgot she was afraid and stepped into him, gaze snapping. "I slept with Jack after I met your fucking sister."