Harriet's POV
The forest grew eerily silent as we crept closer to Klaus’s den. Shadows stretched across the trees, and I could feel the tension thickening with every step. Gino’s grip on my hand tightened, but I kept my focus, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
Suddenly, a rustling noise shattered the quiet—guards, or perhaps Klaus’s muscle, emerging from the shadows. Their eyes gleamed with suspicion as they spotted us. I instinctively lowered my body, green glow flickering faintly at my fingertips, bracing for a fight.
“Hold it, soldiers,” Klaus’s voice rang out, commanding and cold, slicing through the tension.
From the darkness, Klaus’s cruel voice boomed, dripping with mockery. “Well, well, look who’s come to visit—the little runaway, Gino. Did you really think you could
