“Magnus?” Just as I was about to reply to his words, Selene appeared once more.
Her eyes bore into mine, filled with curiosity and suspicion.
“What are you doing here?” Magnus asks, her eyes rolling in exasperation.
“Ah, it seems the tables have turned. It is I who should inquire as to your purpose in this place, don’t you think?” Her words sliced through the air like an icy wind, correcting him. I shut my eyes tightly, seeking a brief respite before confronting her.
“I can’t help but feel consumed by worry for our child,” Magnus replied, his voice tinged with anxiety. “We came this close to losing it,” he added, his voice tinged with relief and lingering fear.
Selene let out a soft, melodic chuckle that danced through the air. “I know, right,” she whispered, her voice barely audible,
