Fiona’s POV
I was losing my mind. There was no other possible explanation.
The sun was barely up, but I had been wide awake for hours — trapped beneath the heavy blanket of Ragnar’s scent clinging to my skin.
Everything felt… different.
My body felt too hot, too sensitive — like every nerve was still buzzing from last night.
I couldn’t stop replaying it — the weight of him, the heat of his breath against my neck, the way his voice had wrapped around me like smoke.
You’re mine.
A helpless little whimper slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I slapped a hand over my mouth, completely mortified and checking if he was close to me.
What in Lunaris' name was wrong with me?
I had never acted like this before — like some desperate little pup in heat.
It was pathetic.
It was humil
