Chapter 8

Elise didn't bother changing back into the standard hospital gown like she usually did.

Instead, she was lounging on the bed in a black lace dress.

Gone was her usual air of innocence-tonight she looked just a touch more alluring.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Magnus enter.

He'd changed out of his wedding tux, but was still in a crisp white suit.

The hallway lights cast a soft glow on his tall, athletic frame, and even in the harsh hospital lighting, the sharp angles of his face seemed gentler, almost inviting.

If only she hadn't left Capitolion five years ago. If only she hadn't left Magnus.

If that were the case, Isadora would never have become an issue between them.

The thought made Elise bite her lip, hard.

But it didn't matter. Deep down, she knew Magnus still held a place for her-a place no one else could shake.

Today's wedding was proof enough of that.

tonight, she had no intention

he'd been attentive, even indulgent-except he never crossed that

The distance between them gnawed

had to be Isadora standing in the way, keeping

in the doorway, her hand pale and slender. “Magnus,

were impossible to read as he walked over and gently pulled the covers up over

rest,” Magnus said quietly. "I'll stay until you

shadow flickered in Elise's

her illness flared, Magnus would be there for her-but in the end, he always

dress revealing the delicate

reached for his belt, her voice soft and pleading, "Magnus, you know what I

his gaze

harsh, but it sent a cold shiver

he didn't

before, hoping he'd coax her back. Instead,

make that

looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got carried away. I forgot

loved him—passionately, stubbornly-sometimes to the

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