Klaus POV
I stand outside the door waiting for my mate to get dressed.
My mind roamed around the possibility of what would happen. If whatever he said was true.
The dye was still in my hands, a little bit of the sticky liquid had gummed my hands.
It was so clear that the dye was meant for hair. To make his hair not just pure grey white but a bit silver is the exact colour of my hair.
This was not making any sense. Why would he do such a thing? How could his mum try to lie to the whole world that he was my father's son.
For some reason I prayed that it would be a joke. That I would get there and he would tell me that it was a mistake or maybe he would be so surprised that I would know he is not the one
That it is a lie..
Because if it was true then I would have the right to ques
