ZEDKIEL.
I don’t know what to expect from her anymore. I retreat to the back courtyard, leaning against the castle walls and staring out at the gardens trying to clear my head.
I’m letting it get to me too f*****g much, the way she makes me feel. Her every action is something I’m beginning to overthink, every word that leaves those plush lips of hers and I don’t like it.
The pull I feel towards her is only growing stronger with every passing day.
The sound of footsteps reaches my ear and I know who it is before I even turn.
“So, what are you doing out here without your little wife?” Ragnar says, smirking as he leans against the wall next to me.
“And why do you care?” I ask, not bothering to look at him.
“I don’t, but after what happened, I would expect you to be joined to her by the
