Sitting on a plush, deep-green velvet sofa in the lavishly decorated living area, Klaus felt the beginnings of a massive headache forming at the base of his skull. The ornate room, with its rich tapestries, heavy drapes, and antique furnishings, usually offered him a sense of comfort and quietude. But now, the very luxury that once soothed him only served to amplify his irritation.
'I should probably go see that grandfather of mine,' Klaus mused, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to ward off the impending migraine. 'But if they managed to arrive at the annex without being stopped by the guards, it probably means he authorized it.'
Klaus felt a twinge of annoyance as he considered the unexpected guests who had arrived earlier. He needed time for himself—time to train, to grow stronger, to focus on the rigorous discipline he had set for himself. Babysitting a group of kids, no matter how prestigious their backgrounds, was not part of his plan.
