Chapter 81. A Pocket Full of Worries

Astrid

I breathed out softly before rolling myself out of the bed. I'd woken up at the sound of the cock’s first crow and I just couldn't fall asleep after that.

Perhaps I was worrying too much, perhaps Magnus wasn't actually trying to stay away from me.

I slid the braid off my shoulder and stood from the bed.

“I'm just imagining things,” I'd muttered under my breath as I grabbed my robe. I hadn't really made an effort to spend the past two nights with him, and the only signs of my disapproval were small frowns and a deep feeling of anxiety.

I purposely ignored the voice whispering that he could sense my feelings now, because I wanted so badly to be wrong in my assumptions.

I headed towards the door, before I could change my mind, and unbolted it slowly.

Without hesitation, I slipped out of the room, my naked feet patting over the cold floors of the hallway as I made my way towards his room.

I didn't let the rising ner