Fiona's POV
Sure enough, Ragnar did follow me home in his car. I pedalled as easily as I knew, enjoying that sweet comfort my bike gave me. Occasionally, I could spot Ragnar stealing glances at me, and it made my heart quicken each time. I just tried my best to ignore it.
The night was peaceful, the kind of night that made me want to run into the woods and howl, just let myself loose. Many people weren't on the streets, but the only downside was that I didn't have a wolf.
Oh, wait, how could I forget such an unforgettable thing? Was I that dumb? Hehe.
Eventually, I pedalled into the familiar driveway which was my home, and Ragnar stopped just behind me. I took off my helmet.
“See? I survived.” I said, whipping my head around to look at him.
He stepped out of his car nonchalantly
