She didn’t notice him moving closer until he was suddenly right there.
Suddenly, one of his hands lifted and came to rest lightly against the door beside her head, effectively boxing her in. His tall frame loomed behind her as he looked down at her with that infuriatingly calm intensity.
“Looks like we won’t be getting out of here today,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
His breath brushed lightly past her ear as he leaned a little closer.
“I guess we’ll have to spend the night together in this dark room.”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed instantly.
She shot him a glare so sharp it could have burned through steel.
“Don’t talk like that,” she hissed, her voice tight with irritation.
Magnus didn’t move back.
Instead, he leaned even closer, completely unbothered by the fury in her eyes.
“Why are you in such a hurry to get out?” he murmured, his tone dropping into a low, husky note. His gaze slid slowly over her face, studying every reaction.
“You’re afraid of losing control over yourself?”
Sophia immediately turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze. A strand of hair slipped across her cheek as she hurriedly looked down at her bag, clearly trying to ignore him.
She dug through it frantically.
Her fingers finally found her phone, and she pulled it out—
Only to freeze.
The screen was completely black.
Her thumb pressed the power button once.
Then again.
Nothing.
The battery was dead.
Annoyance and a flicker of panic rose in her chest as she slowly lifted her gaze back toward him.
“Where’s your phone?” she demanded sharply. “You should call someone to get us out of here!”
Magnus’s smirk widened slightly.
His eyes were fixed on her as if he were enjoying every second of her growing frustration. The dim light of the room cast faint shadows across his face, making the intensity in his gaze even darker.
He tilted his head slightly, still watching her struggle.
“My phone?” he repeated casually.
Magnus looked straight into her eyes for a moment. Then he lifted his hand and pointed toward the floor.
Sophia followed his gesture.
Her gaze landed on the phone she had thrown earlier. It lay on the ground in several broken pieces, the screen cracked, the casing half detached.
