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Chapter 8
The guards threw Magnus to the floor and he landed with a grunt. Camille soon followed him with a screech and landed on his back. Magnus heard the cell door get locked behind him after a cold, harsh laugh.
"Get of me!" Magnus grunted to Camille. Yet she did not budge. Magnus grunted again and rolled over so she fell off with a squeel.
"What was that for?!" She whined.
"You know what it was for." Magnus said through gritted teeth.
Camille huffed and sat up next to Magnus, legs outstretched. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"
Magnus glared at her, his eyes as cold as ice. "What's...?" He was too shocked to comprehend what she was saying. "What's...? We have just been condemned to a life of being servents! And not just that. Servents to the man I lo..." He stopped himself before he said any more.
Camille raised her eyebrows. "The man you what?"
Magnus started spluttering nonsense. "Uhhh... w...what?"
Camille crossed her arms. "You didn't finish your sentance." She snapped.
"Oh, right." Magnus gasped. "I was going to say... the man I... loath. Yep. The man I loath."
"Then why did you stop before you could finish?" She snarled, turning on full girlfriend mode.
"I didn't." Magnus said. "You cut me off. Stop cutting me off, Camille!"
"I didn't cut you off."
"Yes you did!" Magnus shouted.
Camille grimaced at him. "You're sweating."
Magnus cleared his throat and shuffled further away from his girlfriend. Girlfriend. He grimaced and pouted. What had been going through his mind when he asked her out? What had he been thinking?
Magnus stood before Camille's house and raised his hand to knock. It had been 50 years since Alec died and he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand being alone. And there was always one person he turned to when he felt unneeded. His rock. Camille. Sighing, Magnus knocked on the door and straightened his jacket.
One of Camille's servents opened it and looked Magnus up and down.
"Can I help you?" He scoffed.
"I'm here to see Camille." Magnus tried to sound confident.
"I'm afraid I can't let you in. Lady Camille has expressed that she wants no visitors today." He said smuggly.
"I have to see her." Magnus snapped. The servent opened his mouth to retaliate but was cut off by a high pitched screech.
"Magnus?" Camille asked, walking to the door.
"Camille." Magnus put on his best dazzling smile.
"What are you doing here, Magnus Bane?" Camille snapped.
"I want to talk to you. Ask you something."
Camille looked him up and down, smiling slyly.
"Let him in, Number one." She cooed. 'Number one' stood aside, scowling. Magnus flashed him a cocky smile before stepping into the house. He saw Camille walking up the spiral staircase, trailing her hand on the rail.
He followed after her, trying to get his breathing steady. Camille walked elegantly into her bedroom. She glided over to her sofa and kicked her shoes off. "What do you want to say to me, Magnus?"
Magnus cleared his throat. Why was be doing this? He loved Alec. Alec. The name stung. It stung too much. This was why he was doing this. So it wouldn't sting anymore. "Well, I was wondering if..." He swallowed audibly. "You would consider getting dinner."
The silence was icy. Camille was smirking at him, green eyes peircing. Magnus stood, emotionless, before her.
"Are you asking me out?" Her voice dripped with amusement.
Magnus paused. Could he do this? Yes. Otherwise he would never move on. Alec was...dead. He had to. "Yes. Yes, I am." He said breathlessly.
Camille laughed a high pitched giggle. "Well, isn't this interesting!" Her eyes glinted with menice. "What's brought this on?"
Magnus took a deep breath. Let's hope she fell for these lies. "I have never stopped loving you, Camille. I have dated others to try and forget you but it hasn't worked. I have been struggling and realised I can't fight it anymore."
Camille stood up and walked over to Magnus. "You still love me? After all this time?"
"Always." Magnus lied. (I couldn't resist...)
Camille started walking in circles around him, her hand on his shoulder. She stopped behind him and whispered in his ear. He could feel her breath and fought the urge to gag. "Why?"
Magnus could tell she was playing with him. She wanted him to dance. So he would. "You are perfect, Camille." Magnus turned his head towards her. "Beautiful, Smart." He wondered if he was betraying Alec by doing this. No. Don't think of Alec. "I have longed for you for centuries." He stared into those shallow emeralds. "I have just been too scared to admit it." Camille smiled slightly and put her head on his shoulder.
"Carry on." She breathed.
Magnus fought the urge to punch her and carried on. "It would mean the world to me if you exepted by humble offer. I don't know what I would do if you refused."
Camille lifted her head and walked infront of Magnus. She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek.
"Of Course, my darling." And she kissed him lightly. That was when Magnus asked himself. What have you done?
Magnus was snapped out of his daze by Camille resting her head on his lap. He stared down at her in shock.
"Do you think he'll make me clean?" She mused.
Magnus scoffed. "Camille, you are a servant. Of Course he'll make you clean."
Camille huffed. "I'm not a servant and never will be. Especially to that monster."
The words hurt Magnus and it felt like he'd just been stabbed in the chest. That monster. Camille had called him a monster and as much as Magnus wanted to deny it, he was. He wasn't Alec any more. Just a stranger wearing his face.
A man coughed and they both looked up. A tall, lanky Warlock was standing before them. He grinned maniacally and opened the cell door. "You're needed." He sneered.
