LAILA’S POV
I sat there in silence, the clink of my spoon tapping the rim of my teacup the only sound left hanging in the air. Klaus’s plate was still full—barely touched. The man could go through an entire training session without blinking, but one mention of her and he loses his appetite.
I watched him walk away, his shoulders stiff, jaw tight like he was fighting with himself. He said it was work. The study. The usual. But I wasn’t stupid. I’ve known Klaus long enough to know when he’s lying—even if he thinks he’s too controlled to show it.
It wasn’t the study. It wasn’t about work. It was Gina. Again. It always is lately. The same woman who betrayed him and now crawled her way back into our lives like some ghost that refuses to stay buried. And Klaus… he’s pretending like she means
