Magnus
I pulled her back as she made to walk past me.
"Can we not fight, please?"
"We aren't fighting," she replied curtly.
"Look at me," Her straying eyes darted to my face and I could see the confusion swimming in them.
"Astrid…" I trailed off on what I was going to say and just pulled her into my arms instead.
"I'm not mad, Magnus."
I didn't believe that at all, and her being upset was already affecting me, perhaps because of the bond we now shared.
"Your breath is coming out in short pants, and I can hear your heart beating way too fast," I pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back to study her face.
"That just means I'm trying not to cry." She admitted seriously, to my surprise.
"Why would you want to cry?" I whispered.
