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.

no intention

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

boundary unsettled her. The distance between them gnawed at

be Isadora standing

the doorway, her hand pale

were impossible to read as he walked over

need to rest,” Magnus said quietly. "I'll stay

shadow flickered in Elise's

Magnus would be there for her-but in the

knelt on the bed, the curve of her lace dress revealing the delicate sweep of her collarbone and a hint of

she reached for his belt, her voice soft and pleading, "Magnus, you

gaze darkening.

harsh, but it sent

he didn't say

coax her back.

wouldn't make

unshed tears as she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I

him—passionately, stubbornly-sometimes to the point

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