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To be honest, I was tempted. Get up, leave the house, run away. What was he thinking? Why was he telling me that? He'd already figured out that I was interested in his brother. The decent thing would have been to stay quiet, but instead... Screaming felt like a good option. Or laughing hysterically. I knew the Vikings believed in a lot of things that modern people would consider superstition and magic. Did Asger really think his dreams had been some kind of prophecy? Or was he merely interpreting them as his mysterious dream woman being me?
One thing was clear: I couldn't let him think that I was ready to be his woman.
"I'm not going to run," I said, locking eyes with Asger while Lucas translated in the background. "But I'm not the woman from your dream. I'm not going to ins
