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.

intention of

even indulgent-except he never

unsettled her. The distance between them gnawed at

had to be Isadora standing in the way, keeping them

the doorway, her hand pale and slender. “Magnus, will you stay with

to read as he walked over and gently pulled the

you need to rest,” Magnus said quietly.

shadow flickered in Elise's

would be there for her-but

the curve of her lace dress revealing the delicate sweep of her collarbone and a hint

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

hesitated, his gaze darkening.

it sent

he didn't say

he'd coax her

wouldn't make that mistake

eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got carried away. I

stubbornly-sometimes to the

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