Possessive Fury

Magnus's POV

The phone rang and rang.

No response.

I stared at Cora's name on my screen, my hand gripping the desk hard. Voicemail. Again.

Pick up, goddammit.

I rose from my seat and hit redial, pacing the length of my office.

Through the massive one-way window, I could see the main floor of The Dark Room spread out below. Bodies writhing on the dance floor, the bass thrumming through the building