Chapter 47

• Third Person’s POV
• Magnus sat calmly at the table, dressed in black as night, his every motion steeped in quiet power. His long fingers toyed idly with the birthday cake before him. Even when he sensed the intruder crossing the threshold, his gaze didn’t waver, nor did his brow twitch. The air around him shimmered faintly with Alpha command—an unspoken dominion that pressed down like the weight of the moon.
• When Damon caught sight of his face, his pupils contracted sharply. Him?!