Page 85 of Polestar
She fit so perfectly in his arms.
Their energies sparked similarly to how their bodies moved like they were made for each other.
Right from that first moment.
There was no way in all the frozen hells of the northern wastelands that he was going to find and then lose her.
First, he had to get out of here.
The metal tumblers in the lock clicked several times before dropping into place with a final clunk.
Magnus sighed and got to his feet, preparing for whatever came next.
The door didn’t swing open like it had on previous occasions.
It drifted open, slow, tentative.
He grit his teeth, willing it to open faster.
What now?
A figure finally poked his head around the corner, expression uncertain.
“Elias?”
“Father.”Elias pushed the door open the rest of the way, staring at Magnus, eyes flitting over the manacles and chains securing him to the wall.
The young man’s eyes registered shock and sadness before quickly turning to fury.
“How dare they chain a member of the royal family?”his voice cracked as he surged forward.
“Which I no longer am, Elias,” Magnus’ own voice was calm and steady in the face of his son’s outrage at his predicament.“Not as a banished one.”
“Banished or not.You’re still blood,” he growled.
Magnus’ heart soared with pride as he studied his son’s face.His whiskers were starting.Patchy on the youth’s smooth skin.
“Even if you are just here to spy on us.”
Magnus’ heart plummeted.“I came to sign the register.”
“Why would you spy on us?For who?Mother says you can’t be trusted.”
“Since your mother is certain of these things, I’m sure she can answer your questions.”Magnus glanced toward the door, half expecting her to come and send Elias away again.
“She isn’t here.She left as soon as the guards confirmed you were chained and locked away.”
Gone?Where would Ulla go?Why?
“And you’ve come down here.Why?”Magnus said, redirecting his thoughts to his son while he still had time to talk to him.
Elias shrugged.“I remember you.From before you left.”He sighed, then cast Magnus a furtive glance.“I never could quite believe the things mother accused you of.”
“I’m not surprised she spoke ill of me to you.”
“She didn’t.Not really.I, uhm, used to eavesdrop when she met with Grandfather.She would demand I stay in my room, but I never did.”
“Like when you came to see me in the registrar’s office.”
