𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗧𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗿 [ʀᴡʙʏ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ]

Chapter 42

Klaus POV

The moment the hidden door clicked shut behind us, the oppressive weight of the Schnee mansion seemed to lift-just a little. Weiss was ahead of me, her posture tense but determined, her white hair catching the faint moonlight filtering through the passage. I could hear the faint echo of Jacques' voice shouting for Klein

Klaus: "Weiss," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. 

She didn't stop, but her pace slowed just enough for me to catch up. Her hands were clutching her suitcase and Myrtenaster tightly, her knuckles white. I wanted to say something-anything-to ease the tension in her shoulders, but words felt inadequate. Instead, I reached out and gently touched her arm.

She flinched, just slightly, before turning to look at me. Her blue eyes were sharp, but there was a vulnerability there that made my chest ache. She was trying so hard to be strong, to keep herself together, but I could see the cracks. I'd seen them before, in the quiet moments when she thought no one was watching. Weiss Schnee was a storm wrapped in ice, and tonight, the storm was threatening to break free.

Klaus: "We're almost out," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me. "Just a little further."

When we finally reached the end of the passage, the cool night air hit us like a relief. Weiss hesitated at the threshold, her gaze darting back toward the mansion. I could see the conflict in her eyes-the part of her that still felt tied to that place, to the family that had never truly understood her.

Klaus: "Weiss," I said again, this time more firmly. "We need to go."

She took a deep breath, her grip tightening on her belongings. 'I know,' she repeated, but this time, there was a resolve in her voice that hadn't been there before. She stepped out into the night, and I followed, my senses on high alert.

The grounds were eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the mansion's security systems. I scanned the area, my semblance heightening my awareness

Weiss: "I wonder why the alarms are going off, it's too soon for Father to notice I'm missing."

She murmured, more to herself than to me. I hesitated, my stomach twisting as I weighed my words. She deserved to know the truth, but I wasn't sure how she'd react. Still, I couldn't lie to her-not after everything we'd been through.

Klaus: "About that..."

 I began, my voice trailing off as she turned to look at me. Her blue eyes were sharp, searching, and for a moment, I felt like she could see straight through me.

Weiss: "Klaus," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. "What did you do?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I... may have caused a bit of a distraction."

Her eyebrows shot up. "A distraction?"

Klaus: "Okay, more than a distraction," I admitted, my voice dropping. "I... kind of totaled Jacques' study."

Weiss stared at me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought she might be angry-after all, it was her family's home, even if Jacques didn't deserve to call himself her father. But then, to my surprise, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Weiss: "You what?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus: "I couldn't just let it go," 

I said, my voice rising slightly as the memory of Jacques slapping her flashed in my mind. My semblance stirred beneath my skin, the beast within me growling in agreement.