~CELINE~
It had been over eight hours since Ragnar left his apartment, the sun had gone down in those eight hours and darkness engulfed the rest of the house, turning every turn and corner into shadows. Much like my mind felt at that moment.
I walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and staring at my reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back at me wasn't the same one who'd been dragged to the North as a prisoner. That woman had been naive, still clinging to ideas of love and loyalty. The woman in the mirror now had steel in her eyes and ice in her veins.
A plan was forming in my mind, but I needed more information. More importantly, I needed Ragnar.
The way he'd kissed me earlier told me everything I needed to know about his attraction to me, but his hatred for
