A few minutes after Mrs. Sawyer and Magnus had left, Eisley was left feeling bewildered. She blinked repeatedly, trying to make sense of the conversation that had taken place just moments before.
"Eisley," Magnus sighed, taking in her appearance. The hem of her dress fell above her knee, and he couldn't help but think of the risk of her underwear being exposed whenever she bent down. Eisley's gaze drifted to the coat draped over his arm. "You look great," he said.
Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes narrowed with disdain. "Put this on," he urged, attempting to drape the coat over her shoulders. But Eisley swiftly knocked it away.
"Are you insane? Why would I need your shabby coat?" She said, eyeing him. "I'm not cold, and even if I was, there's Morgan. I rather wear his."
Their gaze shifted to Morgan. Eisley excused herself, walking past him.
"Wait up," Magnus wrapped his hands around her waist, smiling as he helped her into the gathering.
