To everyone else, I was Mrs. Finck. In reality, I felt more like his on–call, unpaid maid.
A moment later, my phone buzzed with a location pin. I sighed, grabbed my keys and headed out the door, pushing through the pain to drive.
When I arrived at the private lounge, I found Magnus slumped on the couch, looking utterly defeated. For a man as ambitious and composed as he was, that was a rare sight.
