It was the exact same script.
It was the same desperate emotional promises… the same wide eyes… the same fragile devotion and it ended with a letter written in black ink, mocking his size and calling him a filthy, worthless peasant.
Klaus felt a sudden sickening wave of absolute revulsion wash through his chest though it was not for her…. But for himself.
He didn't believe a single word Mirela just said.
He knew that the exact second a better option came along, or her 'programming' shifted, she would stab him in the back just like Sylvia did.
Klaus didn't open his eyes… He didn't push her away, and he didn't tell her the truth.
She was a useful asset… Her moon-crystal magic was highly effective against corrupted beasts ad to keep the asset functioning efficiently, he simply needed to input the correct dialogue response.
"I love you too, Mirela…" Klaus lied and Mirela gasped softly, her heart soaring. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
