The soup course arrived, and Rebekah tasted hers delicately, letting just a tiny bit of it spread across her tongue, alert for any hint of something amiss. The venom was tasteless, and she couldn’t detect the faintest trace.

She forced herself to swallow another, larger spoonful, knowing that she needed to fall ill along with the rest of the crowd in order to avoid suspicion. It wouldn’t be nearly as bad for her as for the rest—she would heal on her own, without having to rely on Klaus to cure her—but it still felt wrong to knowingly poison herself.

- The Originals: The Loss, Chapter 11