Ragnar's POV
I stood outside the door of Boca's quarters, taking a long, deep breath to steady my nerves before I raised my hand and knocked.
"Come in," Boca's voice called out from the other side.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, keeping my hands resting casually in my pockets. The second Boca saw me, his entire body tensed up, a look of absolute dread washing over his features. "Don't tell me... the goddamn spell wasn't broken?"
A genuine, relaxed smile broke across my face, and I let out a soft chuckle. "Don't worry, man. I am definitely not overly in love with you anymore."
An immediate, massive wave of relief washed over Boca. His shoulders dropped, and he let out a long breath he'd clearly been holding for days. "Jesus... that is so much better. So, if you're back to normal, why exactly are you here?"
