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.

had no intention of

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

distance between them gnawed at her

be Isadora standing in the

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

read as he walked

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

shadow flickered in Elise's

would be there for

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

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

hesitated, his gaze

wasn't harsh, but it sent a cold shiver

him he

hoping he'd coax her back.

make that mistake

she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got carried away. I forgot you have Isadora now." Something

stubbornly-sometimes to

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