Cyrus locked his gaze on the woman asleep in his arms. Her breathing was steady, reminding him of her earlier moans and gasps. She was driving him insane, and he craved her like she was something he couldn't live without.
Things weren't going as planned between them; he had never wished or imagined that they would reach this point. He adored how she didn't resist making him realise that she had probably erased her negative thoughts about him.
He couldn't help but be concerned and curious. Someone in the land of the sea of blood was attempting to contact her. An ancestor? Cyrus frowned deeply, realising it was the reason she had been sleep walking to death.
Her ancestor was probably attempting to take her to the sea of blood, but it always failed, causing Sage to have no dreams. Her ancestor was desperate to talk to Sage and thought killing her would be the best way to do so.
Suicide?
