LUCILLE'S POV
A wave of dread washed over me as I stared at the empty bed. Why was the moon goddess trying to test my patience every time?
“Where did he go? There's no way he'd have escaped.” Lachlan murmured, his voice cold yet gruff.
Suddenly, a door I never knew existed in the ward creaked open, and a slim-looking man with bandages on his head and leg walked out slowly, his hands placed on the pole, which was connected to a drip bag hanging above the pole.
The sharp sting of antiseptic finally wafted to my nose and I scrunched my face in realization of who he was.
It was Klaus.
His face held confusion as he walked back to his bed. Slowly sitting on it, he raised his head up, staring at me intensely, like he knew me from somewhere.
After a few seconds, he averted his gaze
