Chapter 8. Facing a Stonewall

Astrid

A soft gasp fell from my lips as I looked up at Magnus' grim expression; his eyes narrowed to slits as he stared me down. "I think you missed your way back to the house," he muttered coldly, reaching up to pull down his hood.

A heavy silence descended on the whole bar when they saw who it was, and I would have reveled in the pride I felt in that moment if it wasn't so tainted by my fear.

He ran a hand through his hair as he approached the bartender. “You see that lady?” He asked in a soft, barely audible voice.

"Ye…yes, my lord," the frightened man stuttered, his eyes darting to me.

"You know she's my wife, right?" Magnus asked again, and the man gave a nervous jerk of his head in response.

“Why would you let her into a place like this? A place where the basic rules of morality do not apply?”

My heart sank painfully at his words, puzzled by the directness of his statement. And although I could sense the undertone of concern a