"Why are you avoiding me?" You asked, closing the door of his room behind you with a sharp snap.
Ramsay looked up at you from the knife he was polishing and tilted his head. "Why do you think I'm avoiding you?" He asked in a deadly whisper.
"Because you are, asshole. It's been four days and I've hardly seen you. You seem to damn near disappear every time I try to find you." You said, crossing your arms and scowling.
"And what is it you could possibly want from me that you don't already have? Your damn self-righteouness found me in debt to you until I die. I managed to procure the most powerful and ancient spell book known to the world, for you. Hell, I killed a man over you. So tell me, (y/n), what do you want?" Ramsay bit out, coldly.
Anger and sadness coursed through you as you look
