Blake couldn't stop thinking about Klaus. She wondered if he was getting any better. If he had even gone to get his wound treated. The alcohol wouldn't do much for long. It might not even do anything.
She paced around the room as her father watched her from the kitchen. His brows twitched slightly as he stared worriedly at her. "What's wrong, Blake?"
She stopped and looked over at him in surprise. "Huh? Oh, nothing. Nothing's wrong, dad." She said quickly.
"You don't look like nothing's wrong though." He said with a small frown.
"What? No. I'm fine. Everything's fine, dad." She sounded nervous for some reason.
"Then why are you pacing about, obviously thinking about something."
What was she going to tell him now? Why was she even there in the first place? "Dad. I... I've just been wo
