Circe and Nieah had almost reached the main entrance, pausing when they saw Rowen standing by the foyer. But he wasn't alone, Ragnar was there too.
Rowen must have heard them approaching because the very next second, he turned and glanced at Circe. Ragnar followed his line of sight and the moment their gazes met, her traitorous heart gave another sudden lurch.
It wasn't just the sight of him that evoked such a reaction, it was the way he was looking at her, the way a simple stare from him seem to set her mind alight with memories of what it had felt like to be held in those strong arms and how willing she had been as he ravished her mouth.
Would it always be like this? Would she always be reminded of that night whenever she looked at him?
If so then she didn't think she would be able to handle the continuous way he always drifted into her space whenever she was too distracted to push him away.
" Prince Ragnar is here." Rowen said unhelpfully as he pointed out the obvious.
