Ivan’s shoulders sagged in disappointment when he heard what the elderly woman said. Unfortunately, he missed her again.
“How long since she left?” he asked.
“About half an hour ago.” The elderly lady answered, and then she looked at him intently. Her eyes squinted, focused on his face as he looked familiar. Ivan noticed it.
“Is something wrong, ma’am?” he asked.
“Nothing, sir. You just looked awfully like young master Niklaus,” she said, and Ivan frowned, but it made his heart skip a beat.
Then the elderly lady’s eyes widened upon realization.
“You’re his father, aren’t you? Young master Klaus looked so much like you,” she blurted, and Ivan felt like he was punched in the gut.
Niklaus… he has a son.
“Is he with Nyx?” Ivan asked, trying to keep his composure, and the elderly woman
