~CELINE~
"I need to think," I muttered, more to myself than to Ragnar. The alcohol had started to warm my chest, but it did nothing to calm the chaos in my mind. "This can't be happening."
I hadn't taken this much alcohol since my so-called rebellious phase all those years ago. It seemed my head was unable to hold itself up and my mouth was spilling my thoughts as they came just after two sips.
Ragnar's scoff was sharp and bitter.
"Can't it?" He turned to face me fully, and the raw emotion in his eyes made me take an involuntary step back. "The Goddess has quite the sense of humor, doesn't she? Making Kane's woman my mate! Binding me to the one person who—" He cut himself off again, dragging a hand through his loose white hair in frustration.
I watched as his grip on the glass tighte
