CHAPTER 63 (16+)

Love is like a curse.

One is selfish but not selfish enough for their lover.

Obsession...However is most of the time lethal enough to cross the destruction of the curse.

But what if it is the combination of both?

What is it called then?

Maybe... Ruination.

Ragnar sat on the edge of the table and quietly stared at the sleeping form of Sasha. He entered the hall when the afternoon birds were still chirping and the sun was glowing like never before and he remained seated in the same position until the sound of the birds slowly died down and the sun began to replace itself with the moon.

Not once did he look away.

He knew he was crazy and he gladly accepted it without a hint of hesitation.

He cracked his neck a little while keeping his eyes fixated on her and watched how she moaned in her sleep and turned on her back with one of her hands on her stomach and the other beside her head.