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 letting Magnus

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

her. The distance between them

had to be Isadora standing

out to the man in the doorway, her hand pale and slender. “Magnus, will

eyes were impossible to read as he walked over and

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

shadow flickered in Elise's

illness flared, Magnus would be there

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

she reached for his belt, her voice

hesitated, his gaze darkening. "Elise,

but it sent a

him he

before, hoping he'd coax her back. Instead, she'd driven him

wouldn't make

at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got

stubbornly-sometimes to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255