Maybe Devin ought to learn how to accept apologies as well as give them. He was apparently poor at both. Klaus' query drew his gaze, and Devin arched an eyebrow at him like he was trying to figure out why he had asked. Ultimately, most of what had happened was not worth keeping secret.

"I positioned myself to be captured by a group of hunters with the intent of aiding them," Devin began. "The first two months I spent in a cell with an explosive collar around my neck and armed guards ready to put an entire magazine of bullets between my eyes if I so much as blinked the wrong way." A wry, mirthless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Against my wishes, they eventually opted to give me a room instead of a cell. There is a war brewing that I'm trying to prevent, and apparently I proved trustworthy enough that I did not need a gun trained on me at all times."

He took another sip of his drink; his tone was bitter when he continued. "And now they have learned that vampires are not the only horrors that go bump in the night. I have unwittingly dragged them into calamity they did not volunteer for."