“Please?” you laid a careful hand on König’s arm, watching as his suddenly reserved eyes flickered from your fingers to the ground.

“Lächerlich…” he murmured under his breath. “Liebe, you don’t want to see. I don’t want you to see.”

“Yes, I do,” you insisted, forehead wrinkling in indignation. “Nothing will change, I promise.”

“You promise?” his cautious blue eyes narrowed on yours as your grip tightened on his bicep. His fingers twitched toward the hem of his mask.

“I promise.”