Chapter 185

• Aysel's POV
• I lay sprawled across Magnus' solid, warm chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek. Jackson was reporting the latest from the Blackwood Pack, but my eyes didn't move, my expression unreadable. My mind was half-dreaming, half-sifting through the stream of energy still lingering from the night's more... primal exertions.
• Skylar's endless cross-continental calls had stopped for the moment. Ever since she called the other night-just as I accidentally connected while entangled with Magnus-she'd been abruptly cut off, leaving only silence. I couldn't help but pinch a little at the firm plane of Magnus' abdomen, lips pouting as I let a tiny frustration out.