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I expected we would have an entire entourage of armed bodyguards in dark suits and sunglasses going with us on our shopping expedition. To my utter astonishment, Magnus, dressed like a regular albeit very sexy man in jeans, T-shirt and sneakers, grabbed my hand and sneaked me out the back entrance of the castle. “What’s this?” I asked. There was a car waiting, not the usual limo, but a plain-looking sedan. “Whose car is this?” “One of the omega servants’ cars.” He opened the door for me. “When I said just us two, I meant it.”

These were Magnus's people. The truth send a wave of anger coursing through him. Magnus had those bastards after him. To stall him. To make sure the plane never reached New York, buying just enough time to carry out whatever twisted plan he had in motion. The reminder of how close he'd come to dying followed him as he took a step forward. Then another. Each movement sent pain flaring through his ribs and spine, but he ignored it, eyes fixed on the bodies ahead. Despite it all, Damon broke into a short laugh.

[Cordelia] Falling hard onto my knees, I watch in stunned silence as all of my hopes for the future are dashed beyond any hope of recovery. Jude and Jasper were supposed to be by our side before the building was destroyed. Henri and Sydney were supposed to be in police custody and not at the bottom of a pile of rubble. And across the rubble, staring at us all is a face I'll never forget. Magnus. With a tip of his hat, he gets back in his car as a slim blonde moves to give him room in the back seat.

She quickly left her seat to follow Leif and the stranger stealthily up the stairs. *** Magnus slouched casually on one elbow in a large, wooden chair that could easily be called a throne, listening intently to one of his advisors whispering in his ear. He held up a hand to stop the man's words when Brand was brought in front of him. "Good morning, Brandur the Destroyer," Magnus greeted with that smile that was not exactly a smile. "Have a seat." Brand paused, assessing the room, before he accepted the chair offered. At least six guards were stationed around the Chieftain. He nodded in response to the older man's greeting, leaning back in the chair as he sat.

The Magnus was silent for a few minutes then after that, he just said: "Okay, I'll contact you again," and the voice was gone again. Kaizer was not that shocked to what the Magnus showed him. He didn't expect a nice treat from that kind of people on the first place. He just slouched lower on his seat and tried to relax. Kaizer closed his eyes and as time went by, the seat completely hugged him in comfort. Then, Kaizer fell asleep. --- "Have you recorded his surrounding?" "Yes Magnus Kiesty. Everything in that place looks strange and we’re all taking note of that. Still, we can’t find any place here in Zaenosh that matches the place we are seeing through the bounty hunter," that was Magnus Ki

If Magnus wanted us dead, this was where it would happen. Then he appeared, walking through the gates with the casual arrogance of someone who owned everything in sight. Magnus Veyra in the flesh… seven feet of scarred muscle and platinum hair, his pale eyes holding the kind of cold intelligence that made him more dangerous than mere physical strength ever could. "Darius Kael." His voice carried easily across the distance between us. "So good of you to come. Though I'm surprised you left your human pets to die while you played politics with the Council."

The only way to end this madness is to face him once and for all. ‘And you won’t face him alone, ’Eli added. ’Whatever happens, I’ll be with you, every step of the way. ……….. The English Coast,1794 Mary trailed behind Tobias and Magnus, intently listening to their conversation. If anyone could have seen her eyes, the hero worship in them, for Magnus, would have been brighter than the sparkling moon itself. Even at such a young age, she was convinced that she loved him. Not only was he a supporter of the true faith, but a man of character, such as she had never seen in her life. She observed the difference between him and her father. One was a born leader, the other a mindless follower.

I forced myself to listen to them congratulate Magnus on his "successful retrieval mission." ‎ ‎Inside, I was screaming. ‎ ‎Kaelen. Jinx. Rhea. Were they running through the flames right now? Had they escaped the ambush? ‎ ‎I looked at Magnus at his handsome, lying face and I realized something. ‎ ‎I didn't just want to escape him. I wanted to destroy him. ‎ ‎"Walk with me." ‎ ‎Breakfast was over. Magnus stood up, offering me his arm. ‎ ‎"I should rest," I tried to demur. "The doctor said—"

His hard masculine chest was full on display and was enough to make me lose my senses, but I caught myself. I went behind the tree where I had neatly placed my clothes. After shifting I came back to the ground. Chloe and the others had also returned. Chloe rushed to Magnus. "Mag, baby, where were you?" she asked sweetly. "Just running." Magnus answered rudely. He took his position and shouted at the warriors to attack him. They started sparring. Chloe's jaw clenched in anger. 'She deserves this,' Zia said and laughed. I shook my head. Forget them.

That certainty showed in Magnus' calm smile. "Hello. You must be Cyrus." Cyrus felt no warmth toward him. The man appeared gentle and refined, but after hearing Ilyana's account of the West Ridge Base, Cyrus knew exactly how ruthless he was. "You're the leader of the West Ridge Order?" Cyrus replied evenly, a polite but cold smile on his face. "How should I address you?" "My name is Magnus Blackwell." "Mr. Blackwell," Cyrus said lightly. "What brings you to me today?"