The part of town Ragnar had chosen for the meeting was quiet even at this hour, left undisturbed by the midday rush and the evening crowds that would usually fill the nearby streets closer to dusk. The buildings here were old and pressed close together, with the gap between them being just wide enough to have narrow alleyways running along them like hidden passageways.
It was the kind of place no one lingered in without reason. That was precisely why he had chosen it.
He had left the manor while Circe was still asleep, her injured hands resting loosely at her side. He had watched her for a moment before he left, long enough to feel the pull to stay, and then he had eventually forced himself out the door.
