Heavy clouds and a slate-gray sky made the atmosphere even more silent and tense, as if the universe itself were listening to what was about to happen. Celina stared at him through narrowed eyes, arms crossed over her chest, her voice cutting like a blade.

“At what exact moment did you decide to bring me here?” she asked, not breaking eye contact.

Thor pressed his lips into a crooked smile, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“When I realized that if I didn’t, you’d keep running. I gave you enough time to talk. I waited, I respected. But, as always, you choose silence. Escape. So I decided to take you far from everything. It wasn’t supposed to be now—it was supposed to be after the appointment. But, well… given the circumstances… here we are. Welcome, sweetheart.”

“You’re insufferable, Thor.”

He chuckled, mocking.

“You didn’t say that in bed.”

Celina didn’t even get the chance to retort before he spoke again.

“Come on, I’ll carry you.”

“I’m walking.”

“And the doctor’s orders?” he teased,