AMARANTA POV
I woke up because someone was stomping right outside my door like they were trying to dig a hole through the floor with their feet.
Magnus.
Of course it was Magnus.
For a second I didn’t move, didn’t even open my eyes, because I was warm, like really warm, the kind of warmth that makes you forget where you are for a second, and then I shifted just slightly and felt him under me—solid, big, breathing steady—and yeah, I was basically sprawled all over Garrett again like he was my personal mattress.
I cracked one eye open.
He was already awake.
Watching me.
Smiling.
Not his usual smirk, not the cocky one, just—soft, stupid, completely gone.
Like a damn puppy. Goddess did I love him.
“Morning, angel,” he murmured, voice still rough, leaning in just enough to press a slo
