Pain

Klaus was pacing back and forth in his penthouse, his mind racing with questions about Anika and what she was doing. Vlad had informed him that Anika had spoken to Peter at the café, but he didn't know what they had talked about. Klaus couldn't shake the feeling that Anika was up to something, and he didn't like being kept in the dark.

Finally, Anika arrived, looking frazzled and anxious. "What the hell are you doing, Anika?" Klaus demanded as soon as she walked in the door. "You've been talking to Peter, and I want to know what's going on."

Anika glared at him, her fists clenched at her sides. "I was just getting some answers," she snapped. "You don't need to know everything I do."

"The hell I don't!" Klaus barked. "You're my woman, Anika. You're involved in my business. You can't just go off and do whatever the hell you want without telling me."

Anika rolled her eyes. "I'm not a child, Klaus. I can take care of myself. And I'm not your woman. We're just... fucking each other. Tha