KLAUS’S POV
The sharp click of Gina’s heels against the marble floor echoed through the hallway, each step like a hammer driving a nail deeper into my skull. The sound didn’t just bounce off the walls—it rattled inside me, twisting my gut into knots.
Laila sniffled beside me, her fingers clutching my sleeve like a lifeline. Her head rested against my shoulder, but I barely registered the weight. My gaze stayed locked on the empty space where Gina had vanished, the air still crackling with the aftershock of her words.
"She’s just like Susan."
"You’re too much of a fool to see it."
"She doesn’t want us here."
Each accusation played in my mind, relentless, digging under my skin.
Laila’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “She’s losing it, Klaus. She’s so desperate to make you Bern
