It was past midnight, but Meredith was still suffering from an itch she could not scratch. It was only when Xavier had told her about it that she realized the reason behind it—Magnus was scared of hurting her. So, he decided to go away.
“I won't let that happen,” Meredith thought. “No way I'd let Magnus off my leash.”
With that, while Damien and Xavier were peacefully sleeping in their own beds, Meredith finally went to Magnus’s location. The Mate Pull helped her do so, and she sighed as she opened the large doors of his chamber.
Right now, Magnus stood by the nearby window, the moonlight casting a faint glow over his chiseled features. His broad shoulders were tense, his hands buried in his pockets as if he were fighting an internal battle Meredith didn't understand.
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