"What are you doing?!" Alexa put her hand over Klaus' hand, preventing him from taking Beatrix out of the rich cradle where the girl slept.
Not even she knew where she had found the courage to confront him. She just woke up to see the silhouette standing in the room, looking at the crib, and even though it was Klaus, she didn't know what to expect.
"How many promises will I break from now on?" he replied gravely, shaking Alexa's hand from his and taking Beatrix with just one hand. Klaus went over to the candle rack to watch the baby. Alexa held her breath and watched him closely.
"She doesn't look like you," he commented. His voice hinted at some disappointment.
"But she looks like you."
"You think so?"
"I do," Alexa held out her hands, for him to return Beatrix to her. He did this, with an ironic smile on his lips and an inscrutable look.
"Are you afraid of me, Alexa?"
She exhaled, worried about the consequences of her response.
