Ayla
“Can it wait? I want to talk to Ayla about something,” Ragnar replied, but she shook her head and inched closer.
“Ayla’s the reason I want to talk to you,” she answered and looked around.
The doors were still open, and some people were leaving the hall, which meant fewer eyes were watching us, but I didn’t want a scene regardless.
I started walking back to my seat, but Ragnar grabbed my hand. I felt a tingle crawl up my spine as his fingers found mine and intertwined with them.
I stood frozen in place, trying to make sense of what was happening. I could feel a warm sensation spreading from a point in my chest, down to my feet, and all over my body.
The last time I’d felt anything like this, it had been the beginning of a relationship that ruined my life, but I put the thought aw
