Klaus’s POV
Today carried a weight in my chest that I couldn't shake. From the moment I sat down for breakfast, I felt the burn of Orion's eyes on me—watchful, suspicious. His green irises, usually warm and steady, were now hard with questions he didn’t voice. Not yet. But I knew they were there.
He must have sensed that Aria had come to me last night. Maybe he even smelled her on me. But I doubted he knew what had truly happened, and I was too mentally drained to explain it. Not while my own thoughts were still a mess.
The day didn’t offer much distraction. We spent hours confirming the remaining prisoners were secured for transfer to the Onyx Pack. Among them was Nirma—deceptive, dangerous, far more cunning than she let on. I didn't trust her, and clearly, neither did Magnus. He insis
