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19. Eldric's Legacy

ผู้เขียน: Priyal Dessai
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2024-02-11 02:00:51
[MAGNUS]

‘Fuck you, Magnus.’

I can’t get it out of my head. I just can’t.

The council meeting has been going on for the last few minutes, but I find myself zoning out every few seconds. My mind keeps recalling Elara’s reaction when she entered my chamber earlier this morning.

While Morgana was riding on top of me.

Nothing could’ve prepared me for that. Not for when she entered. And definitely not for how she reacted. ‘Fuck you, Magnus,’ she mumbled, her voice too quiet due to the shock. After that she sprinted out and I haven’t seen her since—she wasn’t in my old chambers, or with Ruelle.

That’s probably a good thing because I don’t know what I’m going to say to her.

Morgana laughed about it; somehow it aroused her further. But there was no way I was going to continue. I asked her to leave right then—the disappointment on her face was something I couldn’t miss.

Alistair is not at fault, I knew that before he even tried to explain himself. Elara is stubborn. She’ll do what
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