"Klaus!" Morticia shouted, her eyes cold as ice. Klaus stopped, but the smirk stayed on his face.
"What’s going on, Morty?" Jamie asked from behind, missing Klaus’s last word.
"Nothing. He just wants to say something embarrassing about me. He’s taunting me, like always," Morticia replied, her voice strained. She wasn’t one to lie, but the thought of Jamie hearing it from Klaus was unbearable.
Jamie’s eyes filled with concern and confusion. He didn’t seem convinced.
"I’ll see you around, Jamie," she added, hoping he’d leave before Klaus spilled anything. Klaus was unpredictable—he could say it at any moment, and no one could stop him.
"Alright," Jamie muttered. Morticia was relieved he didn’t press further. He was always understanding.
"Thanks again for the flowers," she said.
"Hm...
