Ragnar's POV
Present Day…
I didn't feel like myself anymore.
I barely felt anything.
The council chamber was eerily quiet, but the silence made the ringing in my ears all the louder. My body was here, at the head of the table, but my mind... it was still in that clearing, where she’d fallen to her knees, crying.
Fiona.
I closed my eyes, but the image etched itself onto the backs of my eyelids. The sound of her voice rang in my head, broken and raw, begging me.
‘You're really going to believe her. Over me?’
I clenched my teeth. The pain in my chest was growing worse.
What choice did I have?
I saw her with him.
Her smile at him, the glance now and then suspicious across the room, whispering, laughing.
I saw them.
Didn't I?
A jabbing pain struck behind my ribs, but I forced it
