Falling for my Fae Captor
He was grunting, his arm moving back and forth across his lap.
"Oh, sorry!" I exclaimed, realizing it probably wasn't appropriate for me to have just barged into his tent. It was clear that I had interrupted something private, and I didn't want to stick around to see how it ended.
Ragnar jumped, slamming his hands on the table. Something rattled out of his palm and across the table.
"Don't scare me like that, you almost messed up my line work," Ragnar chuckled, sitting back in his chair.
As he leaned back, I realized he wasn't actually doing what I thought he was doing. He had been tattooing his stomach. The fresh black ink left the skin red and puffy around the edges, but the intricate line
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