Chapter 22. Confused Hearts

Astrid

I entered my room, feeling a rush of emotions inside me. The familiar surroundings offered me a little comfort hiding me away from him. But the confusion and hurt were overwhelming. I closed the door softly behind me and looked around. My room was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape from him.

The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes from ancient legends, and a large, ornate bed sat against one wall, its dark wood polished to a shine.

I walked over to the window and sat on the cushioned seat, my favorite spot to think. The events of the morning played over and over in my mind. How Magnus had made my body ache with passion, only to push me away so abruptly. I felt tears at the corner of my eyes, but I fought them back.

As I sat there, the memory of his touch flooded my senses. I could still feel the warmth of his hands on my skin, the way his breath tickled my ear, the electric jolt his touch sent through me. His wo