*** I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, flipping through a book Niklaus left on the nightstand, when Kristina knocks softly on the door. Her face appears, a mix of relief and weariness as she sees me. I motion her in, my heart aching a little at her stricken expression.“Hey, Kristina,” I greet her,
NiklausI lean back in my chair; the leather creaking under the shift of my weight, and rub at the bridge of my nose, feeling the onset of a headache. Laz sits across from me, his expression grim. The maps and various reports spread out between us only adding to the sense of chaos that has settled
VerenaFeeling queasy again, I clutch the edge of the sink, my reflection in the mirror a ghostly shade of pale. These past few days have been a whirlwind of nausea and exhaustion, with Niklaus playing the unexpected role of caretaker. He’s been incredibly supportive, even though we’re both clueless
VerenaThe kitchen smells like garlic and basil, the warm aromas mingling as I stir the marinara sauce simmering on the stove. I’ve decided to make spaghetti carbonara, Niklaus’s favorite, hoping to infuse some normalcy and comfort into our evening after the tumultuous events of the past few days.B
NiklausI’m pacing my office, the clink of ice in my whiskey glass barely audible over the storm of thoughts raging in my mind. I pour another drink, the amber liquid doing little to soothe the churn of emotions. Anger, fear, regret—it’s a toxic cocktail, and I’ve gulped it down greedily.I’m pissed
VerenaAs I stir awake, I feel Niklaus’s arm tighten around my waist, holding me close. His presence is a bittersweet reminder of last night’s turmoil. The memory of his reaction to my news still lingers painfully in my mind, but the comfort of his embrace begins to soothe the raw edges of my emotio
Niklaus nods, his expression resolute. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to support you both—through the pregnancy, the spell, everything. You’ll never have to worry about facing anything alone again, kitten, not while I’m here.”“Speaking of together,” I say, shifting closer to him under the sheets, “
NiklausI’m buried under a mountain of paperwork, the aftermath of the hotel bombing stretching out like a never-ending headache. Each document is a reminder of the chaos Ares brought into our lives, each signature is proof of the hours I’m losing over this shit. My office is a mess, papers strewn