270 The Mischievous Lady Goes to Hell to Get Her Lover Back

The first snowflakes swirled behind Alexa as she looked ahead with a stone-faced face.

"Klaus is dead," she whispered almost inaudibly when the door opened and Blue Eyes let her in.

His eyes reacted faster than the rest of his face, and Klaus's older brother held his breath for a moment.

"So that was it. It had nothing to do with the emperor's safety, or yours… I didn't want to believe it… But he did it." Gianpietro wiped away the tears that wet his lashes. 

"And what now?"

Gianpietro de Borghesi looked at her for the first time as if his mental faculties were not sharpened enough to understand what was implied.

"I mean, Don Gianpietro di Borghesi… I don't want to go to the tower right now. Know what happened to Alexander. Did he die? Didn't he?" she took a deep breath, avoiding looking at him. In her mind, all she heard was the loud THUMP THUMP in her ears. "And Klaus… He's at the lighthouse. I didn't want him... to be found that way."