Emilia’s POV
“Emilia, what are you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about you.”
The moment the words escaped my lips, I was unaware of their true meaning, simply blurting them out without a second thought. It was only after speaking that I realized what I had said. If I could, I would have swallowed my own tongue.
“Oh? Me?”
Klaus's gaze grew darker, his arms crossed and chin raised slightly, clearly intrigued by my words.
“I...” I nervously bit my lip, the small wounds on it stinging with a faint discomfort. “I misspoke. I was just thinking about how to find the blood mushroom here.”
I raised my eyes to meet Klaus’s. Indeed, I had been thinking about Klaus. Even though he was standing right in front of me, it still felt like some surreal dream.
Was he still the Klaus I knew? I couldn’t understand why he was here or why he had kissed me. He always did this—engaging in bewildering and stirring behavior, but then acting as if nothing had happened.