Taryn noticed it the moment Circe did, her brows furrowing as a worried frown settled on her face.
Circe couldn't quite place what had shifted but the atmosphere in the hall had turned unsettling. She had a sinking feeling that if things continued as they were, something dreadful was bound to happen and with Ragnar involved, she would inevitably be dragged right into the heart of it all. If Circe was going to leave Lamora, she was going to have to do it quietly and fast. Incurring more of the queen's attention wouldn't do her any good.
She reached down with her hand in a way that would go unnoticed and began pressing her fingers against the side of Ragnar's leg in quick, frantic taps, an urgent attempt to pull him out of whatever dark trance had seized his mind. She increased the force of her taps when the first round did nothing to help the situation.
