19. Disposition
Ragna
I couldn’t sleep.
Sleep usually came easy back at the apartment, when it was just the two of us, even if there was a door that separated us—and that was enough. For a time, it was enough. I should have questioned when it stopped being enough, but I don’t find anything wrong at not wanting to know, not when it’s about Louis.
I don’t need to know why my charms don’t work on her or why she’s the only person that I can safely feed from. My neurosis usually pushes me to know things because the unknown is dangerous and honestly, it frightens me. Anything out of order are unnerving enough to make me vomit. Yet here I was, standing in front of Louis’ door and feeling her existence through it.
An action so foreign, and frankly, bordering stalking. I fist my hands on my si
