Klaus
I had no idea what input I was to give to that conversation but Lilika was playing nice and I planned to keep that going up until I had devoured my cake thereby keeping my promise and getting the hell out of here.
"About Samuel," Doria cut in, malicious as ever. It was a wonder that that apology had left her mouth. Her face was menacing and I got the hint that I needed a thick skin if I dared to listen to what would come out of her mouth. "Hats wrong with him? It isn't terminal, is it?"
"No," I assured her, slicing a piece of my cake whilst facing her. "He has aplastic anemia." Suddenly, I didn't feel so guilty about what had transpired between Nikolas and me. This bitch deserved everything