Lucia
“We’re not alone.”
The words sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through her, colder and sharper than the city air. Before she could process them, to ask who or where, his arm became a band of steel around her waist.
He didn't wait for her consent. He didn't explain.
Ragnar simply moved, propelling her forward with a rough, urgent force that stole the breath from her lungs.
His body was a solid shield at her back, moving her through the throng of people as if they were nothing more than water. He shoved open a dark wooden door, and they stumbled inside, a delicate bell chiming its protest at their violent entry.
The door swung shut, and the world went silent.
The chaotic roar of Havenwood was gone, replaced by a weighted quiet that seemed to hum with a strange energy.
Her sens
