MAGNUS
I leaned back against the rough wooden wall, wincing as the movement tugged at the wound, still wrapped in thick layers of cloth. The scent of herbs and dried blood lingered in the room.
I tried to focus on the room's warmth and comfort, but my thoughts drifted back to her. It was as if every time I closed my eyes, I could see her standing there, dressed in that damn bright yellow dress that clung to her curves in all the right places.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was useless. She was all I could think about. That dress...it was almost too much. The way it hugged her waist, the soft material brushing against her thighs as she moved. My heart had nearly stopped when I saw her walk in.
