Estelle's head snapped toward him, something sharp flashing in her eyes now. "What does that mean? What have my parents got to do with anything? Answer me!" she demanded, her voice stronger, cutting through the tension.
Magnus didn't answer. He simply reached out, his fingers tapping lightly against her shoulder, almost casual, almost dismissive. "You should get some rest."
Estelle's stomach tightened at his words, a slow, uneasy knot pulling deeper. What does he mean? No. He is trying to distract me. She shook her head slightly, as if she could physically push the thought away, forcing herself to focus.
"When am I getting my surgery?" she asked, her voice sharpening, the accusation slipping through. "I've done everything you asked, and you haven't given me a single commitment."
