Fiona's POV
Pain.
That was the first thing I felt.
Not the kind that would make you cry out. Not the kind that would have you scream or beg.
No, this pain was silent. It weighed on my chest. Pressed down on my ribs. Making it harder and harder to breathe.
I was Kneeling in the middle of the council circle, the elders on either side. Every eye on me like I was dirt, my white ceremonial dress dirty from the fall. My fingers were digging into the cold earth beneath me, grasping for something — anything. Because if I let go, I knew I’d fall apart entirely.
The bond was breaking.
I could feel it.
Each strand that held me to Ragnar was breaking now. Jabbing at my soul like tiny knives. My chest was collapsing. All while I was still breathing. Like something was being ripped from me..
My
