Magnus stood outside Dorian's chamber door for several long moments after it had been slammed in his face, staring at the dark wood as if it might somehow provide answers to the turmoil churning in his chest.
He let out a loud sigh that echoed through the empty corridor and ran his hand through his sandy brown hair in frustration. The weight of what Dorian had asked him to do sat heavy on his shoulders.
He was supposed to ensure that Willow was punished for what had happened in the dining hall, but the thought of it made his stomach turn.
He had seen the terror in her eyes when the wine spilled and the desperate way she had tried to fix her mistake.
More importantly, he had seen the way Carina's lips had curved into that satisfied smirk as she walked past and he knew without a doubt that the whole thing had been orchestrated.
