Fiona's POV
“Fiona?” Ragnar's tired voice echoed through the basement. I was in the kitchen, thinking of what I could whip up that would wake him up. I exhaled in relief. I guess that won't be necessary anymore. I wiped my hands on my apron, tossed my feeble attempt at making herbal tea, and headed into the basement. I felt bad for having to hide him, but I was a nobody, and the Alpha's son was passed out cold in my house alone. Anyone could have misinterpreted the situation.
And he already had a lot on his plate.
The basement in our house was maintained properly every week, mostly because it was like my getaway hideout. It had a cushion, a TV, some notebooks I scribbled in, cooling systems, a snack bar, and my favourite bowl of marbles. I had laid Ragnar on the couch reclining it so
