Fiona's POV
I didn't remember how my footing got me here.
The only sound that rang in my head was the hate-filled voice of my father (now ex), and the boisterous thunder that threatened to destroy my eardrums. My knuckles were raw from knocking. My body was cold and shivering. My heart was numb and unresponsive.
I was a mess.
My brain didn't have time to process my actions before the door swung open.
Ragnar stood behind the frame, shirtless, his eyes hooded and heavy with sleep. He rubbed his eyelids. “Who the f**k is it?” Then his blue eyes landed on my tiny, cold, drenched, and broken frame. His whole body stilled and his eyes flew open.
Panic brimmed in Ragnar's eyes, raw and uncaring. I could feel his arm grab onto mine, and he yanked me inside, shutting the door in one agg
