~CELINE~
She had a certain air to her, a confidence that she showed in her gaze and the way she stood.
There was no doubt about it, it was pure jealousy and dislike brewing in those depths and perhaps something deeper.
But I couldn't tell.
I was too busy trying to look like I wasn't fazed by her.
I squared my shoulders and met her gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "Yes, I'm ready." I kept up my polite smile, small but enough to make my lips hurt.
A part of me wondered if I was wrong about her relationship with Ragnar and another part of me knew…that day her scent, this particular scent was all over him.
Does he go to her daily?
Is she the reason why he's fighting so hard against this bond?
Polina's lips curved into what could barely pass as a smile, her dark eyes s
