Chapter 7 THE LAST NAME HE CALLED

Ragnar’s Pov

What a night.

The moon was up in the sky like a watchful eye of the Goddess, pale and distant. I stood alone at my window, sweatpants low on my hips, bare arms crossed against the wind.

It felt like I’d been grinding my teeth all day. I was getting a headache and I forced myself to bre...

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