Chapter 139 Invited In

• [ELARA]
• A flicker of a smirk touches Magnus’ mouth. He removes his shirt, muscles shifting under his skin. Then pulls on a short, dark cloak—an informal one—unfastened at the front. It falls open, exposing the breadth of his chest, the markings that crawl like inked branches across his back reaching to the front, the ones I now know are the result of poison, of survival, of pain.
• I try not to look. Truly, I try.