Fiona's POV
The voice was raw, deep, grave, filled with threats, and as it always did, sent shivers down my spine in recognition.
Ragnar.
My muscles moved on their own, and I whipped my head around. Sure enough, he stood behind us, arms crossed, expression stoic and cold, and eyes brimming with intensity as he stared at Theo. No, glared at Theo. Maybe it was the Alpha energy or something else, but his presence made the air thick with tension.
Theo visibly swallowed, and amusement filled me as his earlier bravado seemed to have vanished. He wasn't so much of a loudmouth anymore. “We were just talking.” He said, trying to keep his voice firm. But it was obvious he was shivering under Ragnar's intense gaze.
Ragnar on the other hand was indifferent. He took a slow deliberate step for
