Chapter 91

Lysandra’s POV

“What are you—” My hands shook as I held the parchment paper. “You want me to leave?”

Magnus did not deny it.

He only leaned back in his chair, one hand resting around his glass while the burn along his neck stood out against his skin like proof that I had not imagined what happened in the arena.

“I want you to think,” he said.

My grip tightened around the parchment until the edges