Clara’s POV
I was halfway through my second glass of wine when I noticed Klaus hadn’t taken his eyes off Amelia once. Not even to blink. The way he stared at her made me want to lunge across the table and shove a steak knife in his eye. But, classy girl that I am, I chose a different weapon—my mouth.
“Do you always stare at people like that, or is it just your creepy little hobby?” I asked, casually slicing into my chicken.
Klaus’s gaze snapped to me.
Kai nearly spit out his drink. Amelia froze with her fork halfway to her lips.
“I beg your pardon?” Klaus said, his voice low and dangerous.
“Oh, no need to beg, sweetheart,” I said with a smile. “You’re already quite pitiful as it is.”
Kai choked on a laugh, then coughed to cover it up. Amelia widened her eyes at me like I was walking
