Alec leans closer, entire body drawn towards Magnus like a magnet, and he gets a whiff of something warm, expensive-smelling, masculine. "Do you think this is working on me?" Magnus' voice is a low burr that hooks itself into Alec’s skin and makes him prickle all over. “I guess I’ll know when this night is over.” Holy fuck, Alec wonders, feeling dazed. How is this guy even real?
NAD:
Добрая сказка о тех самых нитях, незримых. О волшебстве и магии без палочек. О добре человеческого сердца, чудиках и чудесах. И в финале так тепло, будто душу укутали шарфом с серебряными снежинками.