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63. Bloodied Knuckles

Author: Priyal Dessai
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[ELARA]

We’re both frozen, caught by each other unexpectedly. Momentarily, the corridors and every other thought fade away, leaving only Magnus and the inexplicable pull he has over me.

He tears his golden gaze away... in shame? But not quickly enough. His eyes have already captured me, making me lose a bit of myself. They seem to stare straight into my soul, unraveling all my fears and desires. I wonder, is he also reminded of the last time we were this close to each other?

His broad shoulders seem like they could bear the weight of the world, and I think of how it’ll feel to have them wrapped around me.

‘Get a hold of yourself!’ Lila exclaims, and I just close my eyes in defeat.

When I open my eyes, promising myself to not act stupid, I find Magnus struggling to choose his words. He could simply walk away, avoiding the conversation altogether, but he remains rooted to the spot. His mouth opens and closes, and his lips catch my eyes. Instinctively, I lick mine. And that gesture moves
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