Klaus’s POV
The night air was cool against my skin, but it did nothing to ease the fire burning in my chest. I stood alone on the terrace, the whiskey in my glass untouched, my grip so tight I half-expected the crystal to shatter.
It had barely been twenty-four hours, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop spiraling.
What if the test comes back positive?
What if Bernard is mine?
I had promised to help—promised to donate bone marrow if I was a match. But those weren’t the thoughts keeping me up tonight.
It was her. Gina.
If that little boy turned out to be mine, then I had made the biggest mistake of my life—and I’d made plenty. But nothing compared to letting the woman I loved rot in a prison cell for a crime she didn’t commit. Nothing compared to turning my back on her when she needed me mo
