~RAGNAR~
Celine was tense.
I could feel it from both the bond and her posture. I've seen the woman in different elements, I've seen her sultry, I've seen her flush with passion, I've seen her defiant–but never like this.
The air around her had shifted into something more solemn, something that kept me at the edge of my seat and unsettled.
Her shoulders were slumped, lower than they usually were, lower than I was used to.
Her skin was pale, and the closer I looked, I noticed the beads of sweat that gathered on her forehead making her flawless skin glisten even more underneath the warm light of the chandeliers.
I knew exactly why.
Kane.
The man sat only a few seats away with an unreadable expression and I wasn't sure what pissed me off more.
His indifference, or Celine's obvio
