Chapter 149: Shirts, Secrets, and Stolen Mornings

Fiona’s POV

The shouting woke me up.

Deep, furious shouting.

I stared at the massive ceiling. Where was I? Then I remembered the scent of warm cedar and I felt Ragnar's familiar weight wrapped around me, and my memories all came rushing back.

His arms around me. His warmth. The way Ragnar held m...

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