Valkyrie
I never thought Ragnor would send his Beta to the dungeon. As a former maid, I could barely imagine the cold, filth, and humiliation Tasya must be enduring.
My chest tightened at the thought.
How could anyone bear such a thing?
“Ragnor,” I said softly, turning to face him as he lay beside me. His arm was draped above his head, his chiseled jaw taut as his piercing eyes stared at the ceiling.
Though he was trying to rest, I could tell his mind was somewhere far away, caught in a storm of unspoken thoughts.
“Baby, what are you thinking?” I asked, letting my fingers brush lightly against his arm.
He turned his head slightly, meeting my gaze with a mix of anger and frustration. “I… I was so furious earlier, Val. About Zane. About your safety—”
“Shh,” I interrupted, pulling my
