"Take it easy, Klaus," Ohema said as she helped him sit up. Despite his lovers surrounding him, Klaus leaned back into his mother's embrace, resting his head on her chest like a child seeking comfort. He felt safe there, cradled in her warmth.
His two girlfriends could only shake their heads at his antics. They knew how much Klaus loved his mother, so there was no need for jealousy. His bond with her was something they respected, even if it made him a bit of a "Mommy's boy."
"So... what happened?" Klaus suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
Everyone had expected this question, but when he asked it, they all exchanged glances, unsure of who should answer. Eventually, all eyes settled on one person—Miriam, who had been sitting quietly at the base of the bed.
Miriam sighed, clearly not keen on softening the truth. "The Dark Order tried to assassinate you, Klaus," she said bluntly.
