Chapter 90

MAGNAR’S POV I was still trying to shake off my frustration from my conversation with Lily when I ran straight into someone. The guy stumbled back slightly, blinking up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes. He looked young. Too young to be in a place like this. And judging by the way he was swaying, he was also too drunk. I caught a whiff of alcohol and something else—wolfsbane. F**king hell. “You… you’re that—the people who are living in the guest house,” I said, realization hitting me. His already confused expression deepened before his face lit up with recognition. “Um… yeah. I’m Colin.” He spoke slowly, like he was trying to piece the words together in his mind before saying them. Then, his brows furrowed as he squinted at me. “And you are? Wait—I think I’ve seen you somewhere…” He dragged out the last word, and I had to resist rolling my eyes. “Are you here alone?” I asked, scanning the room. The last thing I needed was an underage, intoxicated rogue collapsing in the middle of the clu