Blurring the Lines

Magnus's POV

I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. 12:47 a.m. Thomas had been gone too long.

I sat in the back seat of my car, parked two blocks from the place where he had gone to meet Cora. My knee bounced before I could stop it.

My suspicion started back at the restaurant. The text she read in the middle of our argument. The way the color drained from her face. Then the sudden