Unhealthy

The abrupt shift in his gaze and the unexpected question took Ophelia by surprise. She was unable to turn away.

"Does this link to the sunstone?" She asked.

"A little bit." When Nikolai answered, she tightly grasped his cloak, seemingly seeking solace in it for her anxious state.

"I always thought that I was experiencing another person's suffering. I went berserk with wrath and had bizarre, wild bruises all over my face, so it was evident to some extent. My heart was always hurting, and I was always itching to get even. I've slain the maids who attempted to restrain me, I've done it numerous times nearly killing my siblings, and Lev... Even though he was close to death, I still desired his death."

Darkness crept across Nikolai's face. "The suffering of another?"

Ophelia gave a nod. "What does this have to do with our bond?"

"Everything I'm afraid." Slowly shaking his head, Nikolai snarled.