Chapter 040
Niklas' POV
Something in my stomach twisted violently the moment Jonas appeared.
Trusting me was not effortless. It wasn't just him. Cular. Jonas was constantly observing, silent and cautious from the sidelines. However, he now stood squarely before me, seemingly poised to unleash a devastating blow.
The smell of burnt sugar and yeast filled the chilly air as we found ourselves in a small alley behind an old bakery. I could feel Emilia's hands trembling right next to me.
Jonas wasted no time.
We must speak. Right now. The present is no longer just about you and her.
I remained motionless. I didn't flinch. As my hand moved down to the small of my back, my fingers brushed the gun tucked into my waistband.
"What on earth are you talking about?" My voice sounded low and men
