Reckless Complications

Magnus's POV

I sat at the head of the conference table, my fingers drumming an impatient rhythm against the polished mahogany.

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glowed beneath the fading evening sky, building lights blinking on one after another as night fell over Manhattan.

Seven forty-five. She was late.

Not that I minded. The anticipation had a strange effect on me that I had not fe