“As you can probably already tell, we’ve arrived. And we’re not going anywhere. Surrender.” “To you?” Cleo’s words burst forth without any forethought. “Never.” His expression tightened. “Oh, come now. I know we’ve had some unpleasantness between us in the not-so-distant past, but there’s no reason why you can’t be nice.” “I can think of about a million reasons why I would never want to be nice to you.”
I love Magnus.
