The next morning arrived faster than I'd hoped. Magnus stood at the front door, his tall frame draped in a tailored black coat that accentuated his commanding aura. His silver eyes softened as they met mine, a stark contrast to his otherwise resolute demeanor.
Outside, Regan and Fergus stood by the sleek black SUV, their expressions calm yet alert, reflecting the gravity of the journey ahead.
Magnus turned to me, his gaze tender. He pulled me into his arms, and I clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go. "I'll be back before you know it," he murmured, his deep voice a comforting balm to my unease.
"Be safe," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I will," he assured me, placing a lingering kiss on my forehead. "And don't forget—I'll call you every day."
