Page 219 of My Fake Dating with the Grumpiest Highlander

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I cross the castle courtyard with Hamish trotting behind me like a furry little shadow full of existential disappointment.

My car is parked near the front steps.

I unlock it and toss my purse into the passenger seat.

That’s when I see Ragnar.

The sheep sits perfectly still on the castle steps near the front entrance.

Stoic.

Silent.

His dark eyes lock onto mine with unsettling intensity.

“What are you doing here?”

I approach cautiously.

Ragnar doesn’t move.

“You should be with Finn.”

Still nothing.

I stop a few feet away.

“I know what you think. But this is better. For everyone.”

Ragnar rises slowly.

His eyes never leave mine.

Then he starts walking toward my car.

“Ragnar, no. You cannot?—”

He speeds up.

Not charging.

Just marching with terrifying determination toward my vehicle.

“Ragnar!”

I hurry toward the car.

The sheep reaches it at the exact same moment I do.

Then he calmly lies down directly in front of the hood.

I stare at him.

“You cannot be serious.”

Ragnar bleats once.

Low.

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