Chapter 11

• I woke up that morning with a heavy exhaustion lingering over me, a remnant of the previous night's events. The chill of the early hours crept into my bones. Though the fog of last night's drinks hadn't erased my memory, I was surprised to find myself in my own bed, especially since I remembered falling asleep elsewhere. The blanket Magnus had wrapped around me was still in my grasp, its scent—a mix of something woodsy and soothing—still lingering, bringing a surprising sense of comfort.
• Magnus must have carried me back to my room. The thought of his arms around me sent a shiver down my spine, and I wished I had stayed awake long enough to savor that feeling. Despite my efforts to maintain some distance, I could feel myself becoming more drawn to him. It was a pull I couldn’t control, feelings that were already too deep to bury.
• I dressed quickly and went into the bathroom to brush my hair. When I returned, Magnus was there, leaning against the wall, watching me. His silent presence filled the room.