Ragnar's POV
I hate public gatherings. Gatherings of any sort. As long as it involves me touching others, I hate it. Why the f**k does Ellen have to be so compelling? I grabbed a shot glass from the table, examining the cracks on the side. Some people have fought here before. The bartender downed me another shot, and I gulped it down while my eyes searched around for Fiona.
She had been in my vision all night, and I had to restrain myself with effort so I didn't drag her out of the club on my shoulder. But now I couldn't find her. I tried to sniff, make out her scent, and trace her with some sort of instinct, but she wasn't in the same room with me. I got up immediately, searching for Ellen. Sure she would be with her. A tip from one of the clubgoers said she was outside, probably makin
