Calista
The ropes bit into my wrists, each movement tightening the cruel knots. The bag over my head was stifling, hot with my breath.
I couldn’t see them, but I could hear them as they conspired to kill someone.
“The traps are set, and I can hear him coming,” one of them said.
The earth vibrated beneath me, and an overwhelming aura filled the air. Heavy. Familiar.
Ragnar.
The force was too great to be unrecognisable.
I could hear the fear in their breaths as they struggled to hide it.
“Stand your ground. Everything’s set—we’ll take him down,” another said, trying to sound confident.
My body shook as one of them grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to my knees. Then, pain bloomed across the side of my head. A rock? My ears rang as I collapsed. I couldn’t move.
“How dare you!” Ashe
