Sunny sat up, her back to him, and her shoulders sagged. Magnus knew she hadn’t told him everything about her life, but whatever weighed her down was serious enough to dash the good mood she’d been in.
He remembered yesterday when his mom said she thought Sunny had taken ill.
Was this what bothered her then, too?
What was she hiding?
Hell, she might have worse trust issues than he did.
Magnus wanted to spend the night discovering all there was to know about Sunny, but something told him he’d be lucky to get past the mask she wore so easily. Earlier, he had seen the real face beneath, but now, the mask crept back in place, and he was desperate to keep it away for a few hours longer.
He slid across the bed, resting his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off and stood, taking the
