The room was steeped in shadows, firelight casting slow, restless patterns across the walls. The flames crackled softly, the only sound daring to exist between them.
Klaus stood near the fireplace, hands clasped behind his back—not in control, not commanding, but waiting. Truly waiting. His heart pounded with a fear he hadn’t felt in centuries.
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