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She had been sure She had trusted Ragnar with her life and the life of her kinsmen every ti, Daght, she’d been a fool She knew that now, but there was no use shaking and crying about it like a newborn pup Ragnarfromar used a cloth from her satchel to wipe her mouth and headed back to the stairs She sat down in the on probably went for food He was always hungry, it seemed He’d be back and they could set off Besides, a few ure out what to do next

She’d allow absolutely no one to mar sat on the steps to the Great Library until the two suns went doenvael never returned

When she saw the saer sit out there in the open and decided to return to the inn they’d been to the night before

She set off, torn betorrying so sorry for herself, positive she’d been betrayed by anothersorry for herself much more and focused on that instead

Because of course he left her! Kissesto someone like himar was sure he was in sootten as he took the whore again and again and again

Dagmar stopped for a moment That was a visual she didn’t need Especially when the "whore" abruptly turned into her

"Get a hold of yourself, idiot" She was in a bad situation If he didn’t return, hoas she to get to her uncle Gestur’s or home or anywhere else? And what did it etting worse and worse

Especially when she glanced over her shoulder and saw someone back into the shadows so she wouldn’t see

Yes Definitely getting worse

TakingHorse Inn She stepped inside and let out a sigh of relief The place was quite busy and she felt safer in the well-lit inn with many around her, et a table"

"Anything for you" She’d tipped hilad she had He forced a fewto see Gwenvael co for her The oent out of his way to keep the localto chat her up

Men were so strange She knew they weren’t ena she beca local women all around, but they wanted the "cold bitch," as one dismissedit to open and bring in Gwenvael The chair on the other side of her sainst the floor as it was pulled back and Dagh

"Go away"

"I think we need to talk"

Dagh her heart as she turned and looked deep into blue eyes with silver flecks through the iris And until her hands, bent into claere going for his face, she had no idea she’d react so violently But Ragnar sirabbed her wrists and slammed them back to the table