Klaus POV:
I sank deeper into the couch, feeling its plush cushions press against me, but the luxury did nothing to ease the frustration simmering beneath my skin. The sitting room around me was ridiculously extravagant, but it had a hollow, sterile air, like one of those high-end hotel suites meant for show rather than comfort. Mira's family owned this safe house , one of her uncle's properties, or so she'd told me , and it served as my hideaway, thanks to the fallout from my latest… decisions.
The walls were painted in a dark, deep emerald green, so rich that it seemed to swallow the light rather than reflect it. The chandelier hanging above barely seemed to help, casting a dull gleam across the room rather than brightening it.
