62 I Know Him

Ulysses's POV

Rescuing Klaus was perhaps the most regrettable decision I've ever made in my life. I sliced my finger open, contemplating the tasks Klaus had assigned me, while letting the blood drip as Phoebe's sharp beak pecked at it relentlessly.

"Phoebe, this is all your fault. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stumbled upon Klaus that day," I sighed heavily, watching Phoebe squint her beady eyes in contentment as she fed.

Perhaps it was the resemblance between tonight's darkness and the night I met Klaus, memories I thought were buried or forgotten resurfaced before me once again.

It was on a moonlit night, as a young and naive boy, Phoebe and I began our favorite nighttime activity—treasure hunting.