Georgina stood in the elevator, wrapped in Klaus's embrace as her tears soaked through his expensive shirt. His arms around her felt like a shelter from the storm that had just destroyed her life. In his arms, she felt safe. She could hear his chest rumbling softly. It was like a protective growl. Instead of being scared, she felt even more protected.
He led her out of the hospital, and she didn't resist, still too caught up in her emotional breakdown to care where they were going. It was only when they reached the parking lot and Klaus opened a car door for her that she finally raised her head. Georgina frowned, noticing that the sleek Maybach from earlier was gone, replaced by an equally impressive Bentley. She slid into the passenger seat without comment and waited for him to join
