Atticus struggled to rise, his hands shaking as they pressed against the hard ground. The residual effects of the lightning strike sent sporadic twitches through his muscles, making every attempt to stand a daunting task.
With a muttered exclamation, "Shit," he managed to voice the frustration and discomfort coursing through him.
"At least give a warning first," Atticus complained, making sure it was as subtle as possible.
Apart from not being close enough to talk to Magnus that way, the man was a freaking Paragon. He had no intention of disrespecting a man who could erase his existence with a simple exhale.
Despite Atticus knowing that Magnus cared about the family, he had no idea if it was due to familial bonds or simply duty.
But even though Atticus had intended for his complaint to be quiet, Magnus had still heard everything clearly.
