Bjorn and Ivan stepped into the grand hall of the Jarl palace, the air grew thick with tension. Karol and Ingrid, who had barely recovered from the earlier turmoil, froze in place, their eyes widening as they recognized Bjorn—the crackhead, the troublemaker—returning once again. But this time, he wasn’t alone.
Standing beside Bjorn was Ivan Anderson, his presence commanding, almost regal. His tall, imposing figure moved with a confident grace, his blond hair catching the light, and his sharp blue eyes surveying the room with an intensity that sent shivers through the air. The diamond stud in his ear glinted like a mark of status, and his aura was unmistakable—he looked like a prince, untouchable and dangerous.
Bjorn’s devilish smile widened as he watched Karol and Ingrid’s faces fill wit
