Magnus
"Well, that was pretty fucking disappointing," Aksel mutters as he claps a heavy hand on my shoulder—a rough, awkward gesture that's probably meant to be supportive.
I nod, though I don't have the energy to respond with anything more. Words feel too heavy right now.
I can't even remember the last time I felt this exhausted. The moment I let go of Kaya's limp body, I was pulled away—summoned to the border over another ghoul invasion alert. Only this time, the bastard we caught wasn't a ghoul at all.
He was a fucking spy—disguised as one.
And though he died before I could send him to the Moon Goddess myself, I got what I needed. He was Windthorne's agent.
And I am so goddamn done with that bastard trying to push me past my limits.
But as much as I want to tear Windthorne apart with my bare hands, he's not my priority right now. Not even close.
