Of course, you had only come to his mansion, late at night because you needed his help—not because you wanted to see him.

Magnus was surprised, but a little disappointed after you had told him your reason why you were looking for him. You needed his help because Jake was in danger, or at least, those were your words. He almost thought you were going to come back to him, and choose him.

But that was nothing more than a foolish wish inside his head. And now you're in the passenger seat, your jacket draped around your shoulders as you slept soundly while the car hummed admits the smooth concrete road.

How beautiful you still looked, he thought as he glanced at your sleeping face, reminiscing of the time where he was still your bodyguard and you were his charge. He had kissed you in the moonlight, watched the stars with you—but you still had chosen Jake.

He felt his own eyes sting from unshed tears as he focused on the road, chuckling bitterly to himself as he discreetly wiped it.