Klaus’s POV
I stared at the security footage until my vision blurred, the images on the screen flickering like taunts I couldn’t ignore. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, replaying the same twenty-second clip for what felt like the hundredth damn time.
Nirma’s escape.
Every angle, every frame, and still, nothing. She vanished into the shadows like a ghost, leaving me with nothing but frustration and a pounding headache.
A low growl rumbled in my throat. I slowed the playback again, frame by frame, searching for the smallest clue—a glimpse of an ally waiting for her, a vehicle hidden in the darkness, anything. But there was nothing. Just Nirma slipping away, the smug phantom of her betrayal etched into my mind.
Troy had been here earlier, pacing behind me, his own agitation mirrori
