"We're predators," Klaus agrees, and corrects her at the same time. "We hunt, and eat, and kill." His chest feels tight from watching her, her body language, and hearing the strain in her voice. "And we're human. We hope, we struggle, we love."

He's losing her as soon as he's had her. He can see it in her eyes, and it's all he can to remain calm, and not go tearing through the throats of every cheering fan above their heads.