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.

she had no intention of letting

been attentive, even indulgent-except he never

distance

be Isadora standing in the way,

hand pale and slender. “Magnus, will you stay with me

dark eyes were impossible to read as he walked over and gently pulled

Magnus said quietly. "I'll stay until you

shadow flickered

time her illness flared, Magnus would be there for her-but in the

on the bed, the curve of her lace dress revealing the delicate sweep of her

hands, she reached for his belt, her voice soft

gaze darkening. "Elise,

wasn't harsh, but it sent a

him he didn't say things

pushed him before, hoping he'd coax her back.

make

barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got carried

him—passionately, stubbornly-sometimes to the point of

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