Chapter Sixty-Three

AGNAR'S POV

I stood over her body on the floor, wondering how she turned out this way. We were friends even before we became lovers, or maybe it was all in my head.

Maybe I'm just the one who saw her as a friend while she saw an enemy; I couldn't take my eyes off the bitch lying on the floor beneath me.

I quickly bent over, lifted her, and threw her over my shoulders. Heading towards my quarters, I made it to my room, and placing her on a chair, I quickly tied her up.

I laid down on the bed, waiting for her to wake up and answer the tons of questions going through my mind right now.

I quickly went into the cupboard and brought out the phone she was hiding in there. I pulled out the stack of letters she was hiding under the pillow, and the bottle of poison was stashed in the wardrobe.

I placed it all on the couch while I waited for her to wake up. They said patience is a virtue, but I agree that patience is not my forte. When I could not take it anymore, I went into the bathroom a