The hospital room felt suffocating. Vivienne Miller smiled again, but Klaus saw right through her fake politeness.
"It's okay if your father can't eat the food," she said, gesturing toward the thermos. "But you can, if you want. I see you're working very hard to take care of your father. My chicken soup will fill you with energy..."
"No, thank you," Klaus replied coolly. "You can offer it to my brothers when they arrive."
Alex, his wolf, growled within him, sensing the woman's duplicity.Vivienne could barely keep up the smile anymore, not when Klaus kept acting like her efforts meant nothing.
"I see you're just as cold toward me as ever, Klaus," she complained with a sigh. "I'm trying to establish a good relationship with you."
Klaus turned to face her fully."And why shoul
