Niklaus's POV
I head toward the source of the noise, my steps quick and deliberate. My breath catches as I spot the last person I ever expected to find in my house—Ivana.
What the hell is she doing here? And how did she even get in?
She hasn't noticed me yet, too preoccupied with gathering the shards of broken glass scattered across the floor.
Stevenson approaches her with his usual calm demeanor. "Please leave it, Miss Ivana. The cleaners will take care of it."
"I… I feel awful for breaking this. It must be important to Nils," she murmurs, her voice tinged with guilt.
I suppress an eye-roll. Typical Ivana. Always overdramatic. Finally, I step forward, my shadow falling over her.
"What the hell are you doing in my house, Ivana?"
She startles, her head snapping up at the sound of my voice. Her eyes widen before she abruptly stands, tossing the glass fragments aside as though they no longer matter.