Magnus leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the pages in front of him with an intensity that made his brow furrow. I watched him for a moment, then returned to my own stack of documents, trying to make sense of the scribbled notes and cryptic messages. The only sound was the soft scratch of our pens on parchment, and the occasional creak of the old wooden chairs.
As I read, I couldn't help but sneak glances at Magnus, his face illuminated only by the faint glow of the candles. His eyes flicked up, catching mine, and a small, wry smile played on his lips before he returned to his work.
I felt a flutter in my chest, and looked away, focusing on the papers in front of me. But my gaze kept drifting back to Magnus, wondering what he was thinking, what he knew that I didn't. The air was hea
