Ohema stared at Klaus for a whole minute, utterly speechless. She had no idea what to say, her mind racing in every direction. Klaus, meanwhile, watched her smugly, clearly enjoying the power shift. After a moment, he casually lay back down, his head once again resting between her "mountains."
"If you come out of your trance, let me know," Klaus said with a chuckle, closing his eyes as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Ohema looked down at the white-haired boy resting on her chest and felt an overwhelming urge to shove him off—just to wipe that smug look off his face. But she held back, her emotions a mess. For some reason, her heart was racing faster than it ever had before.
'What is happening to me?'
'He's just an awakened brat...Not even a Saint yet'
'Wait, who am I kidding? There are plenty of Non-Saints out there doing far worse things.'
'But why do I feel this way? Do I... do I actually like him?'
