~CELINE~
I let Polina's words about Ragnar's supposed ‘love’ hang in the air between us, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. My silence seemed to irritate her more than any comeback could have, and I watched as her perfectly painted lips pressed into a thin line.
Ragnar didn't seem like the kind of man who could love a person without the coaxing of the Goddess’ stupid bond, much less to love and then remain hung up on whoever this woman is.
I resonated deeply about whether or not this mystery woman I've never heard about or laid eyes on should be a reason for worry.
But then again, I barely know the guy.
This was uncharted territory, I had to be careful.
The rest of the tour passed in a blur of thinly veiled insults and cold introductions to pack members who look
