Magnus groaned softly as the sharp trill of his phone broke the silence of his room. Reaching for it, he hesitated, his heart giving a faint thump. He rarely received calls. Who would call an orphan like him? His social circle was non-existent, except for one person.
Brenda.
His fingers trembled slightly as he swiped to answer, the memory of yesterday flashing vividly in his mind. The shadow blast from Lukas had almost killed him; he could still feel the phantom sting of it. But then Brenda had appeared, her face streaked with tears as she pressed that strange healing device to his chest. Her sobs and the way she'd clung to him afterward, arms tightening as if she'd never let go, had stirred something deep within him.
