Klaus's POV
With one hand, I hit the messenger on the throat.
The marble floor shook when his body hit it, and blood poured around his head. With fear in their eyes, the other staff in the room moved away.
"Get out," I growled.
They ran away.
My chest hurt as I looked down at the dead man. The news he brought made my inner wolf howl with anger. Penelope wasn't just hiding with a bunch of bad guys.
She was with Ronan Blackthorne. The mutant bastard who'd been hunting my kind for years.
And worse than that - they were mates.
The thought made me want to tear apart everything in sight. My Penelope, carrying my children, bound to another man. It was wrong. It was impossible.
It was driving me crazy.
"Clean this up," I told a worker who peeked around the corner.
I walked to my room, stepping over the body like it was nothing. There, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and drank it in one gulp. The burn did nothing to calm the fire in my chest.
