Chapter Fourteen

“Okay, I think I’ll be good.” I grasped the doorknob as Magnus ran through a mental checklist out loud to me and himself.

“Are you sure you’re able to get to the spare bedroom by yourself?” He asked, lingering in the room, looking at the towel and extra clothes he had laid out for me. The clothes were folded neatly and the towel was in sight on the back of the door. I was impressed with the way he pressed the clothes. They held themselves the same way Aunt Brianna’s clothes did, down to the way the collar on the shirt rested on top. It gave me a ping in my heart, reminding me of my mission to get back home.

I brushed away such distasteful feelings and carried on with Magnus’s playful behavior. “Yes, I’ll be alright, you go deal with whatever it is you need to deal with.” I shoved him gently, making him take a step towards the wooden doorway.