Page 43 of Polestar
“I can feel it, Magnus,” she said, impassioned, her fist over her heart.
Magnus’ gaze darted to Joey, who studied Ana closely.
His heart thudded in his chest, his emotions and thoughts tumbling between Ana and his clan—his family.
My god, she is beautiful when she is unrestrained.
The idea that he might see his son… after all this time.
Fear iced his spine.
He’d avoided thoughts along that path over the years.It did no good to entertain them.
Banished meant erased, in most cases.
The only reason he’d possibly be allowed back at all was only because he was the king’s son, and his bloodline needed to be tracked.Hence the recording of unions and offspring.
A decade had passed since he’d last set eyes on his tiny boy.He’d be approaching manhood now.Still a boy, but not for much longer.
As quickly as the thoughts appeared, he brushed them away again.
That way was dangerous.To his heart, and his soul.
There was no room in Magnus’ life for family.Not anymore.
I won’t go through that again.
No, best to focus on the mission.Always the mission.
The bigger picture.
He would go, just as he’d been prepared to when Kane had first ordered it.
And he would banish thoughts of seeing his son from his mind.
If he didn’t, he might not leave again.
He would fail the mission, because he’d take his son with him this time, which would incite a war that would ruin everything.
Anadugthroughhertwo open suitcases, seeking the warmest of her warm clothing.
Seated on the floor between them, damp hair piled on top of her head, thin robe loosely belted around her freshly showered body, she groaned.
Right back where she started.Stressing and panicked over what to wear.
But this was different.
So different.
Iceland wasn’t like Barentia.
Iceland was cold, yes, but it also had people.People that she might turn to for help, should something go wrong.
Ana laughed.
She was fucked.
So.Fucked.
