He was angry. Angry at me for disappearing, angry at himself for not stopping me. He had always prided himself on control, on keeping his emotions in check. But now, he was losing it.
Just as he was about to immerse himself in paperwork to drown out the thoughts, Benedict entered the room, his face pale and his hands shaking.
“Klaus, there’s… there’s a call,” Benedict stammered, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s from the royal warriors.”
Klaus barely glanced up, his brows furrowing. “What is it this time?” he muttered, his patience already wearing thin.
Benedict swallowed hard. “They… they’re asking you to identify Mavis’s body.”
Klaus froze. His heart seemed to stop in his chest as the words registered. He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Is this some kind of sick joke, Benedict? Tell Mavis to stop playing games and come home. She’s done enough."
But Benedict’s hands trembled as he handed Klaus the phone, his face ashen. “It’s not a joke.”