Chapter 17. Repercussions

Astrid

Magnus refused to leave the room, his sultry eyes fixed on my disheveled appearance, flustering me.

“Where have you been all day?” he queried in a deceptively soft voice.

“Who says I was anywhere else other than my room today?” I asked but he went on like I hadn’t even spoken.

“And why do you smell like horse dung?”

I tried to speak again, but he raised a hand, effectively halting me. Then stepped forward and ran a hand through my sweaty hair.

“Fascinating…” He murmured then dropped his hand and turned towards the door.

“Where are you going?” I blurted out before he reached it, my voice slightly shaky with fear.

“Well since you’ve refused to answer my questions, I shall have to extract my answers from somewhere else.”

“No!” I snapped, rushing forward to latch onto his hand. “Listen…”

“No,” he replied, trying to shake my grip off.

“I just had a really fun day,” I sputtered, gripping his fingers tighter