Ragnar gave her a gentle smile as he refolded the parchment and slipped it back into his pocket with practiced ease.
He gestured toward the stable doors with a tilt of his chin. "Shall we?"
Circe's gaze narrowed at him, wary and uncertain. A frown pinched her brow as her lips pressed into a tight line. She didn't move.
Ragnar noticed the flicker of confusion behind her eyes and quickly turned away, pretending not to see it. He didn't want to acknowledge the storm of questions brewing in her mind, not yet at least. Not until his investigation yielded solid answers. Burdening her with half-formed theories and unconfirmed details would only lead to unnecessary worry.
But his silence did little to deter her.
