Capítulo 61: Mirror

Magnus's head turned to Olya as she walked out with Emma. His breath lodged in his throat, captivated by her. When she was around it was difficult for him to do anything else, see anyone or even breathe. Olya glanced back at him as if inviting him to join her, and inadvertently he took a step towards her. 

"Where are you going?" Naomi said, giving him a pointed look. 

Magnus stopped in his tracks as he pursed his lips in a thin line. Olya wasn't Magnus's mate but he felt a strong attraction to her. He had fallen in love with her when he saw her the first time. She was barely thirteen. He had come to attend Samhain along with Lazarus and other vampires of his house. She was so chirpy and running around like a child, like a butterfly, like a flower in the wind that he had fallen head over heels for her. And since then the passion only grew harder. 

"I was planning on joining Emma," he said and his throat burned with the lie.