Zayn shot a look to his team like, Are we really doing this?
Tobias just sipped his tea again. "You're not getting out of this."
Elisse stood with a sigh, stretching her arms. "If he breaks something, I'll fix it. And then break it again if needed."
Seren blinked. "...is that man always like this?"
"I believe so," Bran said.
And with that, the entire squad — plus Ragnar's team — marched a little ways out of town.
Past the wooden gates, through a dirt path lined with sparse trees and patches of dry grass, until they found a wide open field.
Just the right amount of space for two testosterone-filled soul warriors to violently test their mutual respect.
Zayn cracked his neck. Ragnar bounced on his heels like he was prepping for a championship title.
Then — without warning — Ragnar grabbed Zayn by the shoulder, grinned, and yeeted him across the field like a ragdoll.
