Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 5

Victor shot him a cold, dismissive glance.

He strode into the living room, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar, and poured himself a full glass. Lifting it to his lips, he downed it in one go. The burn of the liquor finally cut through the syrupy afterglow of the night, jolting him awake.

Finley let out a teasing click of his tongue.

"Well, look at you. Guess a satisfied man doesn't need the little help I brought, huh? Tell me, who's the woman who finally managed to pluck our untouchable prince off his pedestal?"

Finley was dying of curiosity.

After all, Victor had a reputation in the business world for being ice-cold, ruthless, and sharp as a blade. Behind closed doors, though, he was nothing like the rest of their crowd.

For Finley and his friends, blowing off steam meant sipping drinks, flirting with actresses and models, maybe splurging on a wild night if the mood struck. Victor joined in occasionally, but he always craved something with a little more edge- racing, surfing, skydiving, boxing. Women, to him, were just a hassle he didn't need.

Finley was about to give up hope of getting an answer when Victor set his empty glass on the counter. With a flick of his finger, he spun the tumbler, sending it whirling and scattering prisms of light across the marble surface.

His eyes were dark, unreadable. Casually, he said, "Isadora."

Finley froze, caught off guard.

Of all people-her?

so much because of the Vaughan family's pedigree, but because she

been making headlines for throwing a lavish wedding, all in pursuit of his longtime crush, Elise.

had heard

with Magnus on purpose? If you wanted to get even with him, I'd have thought Elise would be your type. Isadora's

glare was sharp enough to cut through steel. Finley suddenly felt a cold sweat run down

really think I'd

better things to do. It's just...well, Isadora

going to be the

say that part

narrowed his eyes. "You sure know how

Did Victor actually want to cut

get lost right now, you might not have a tongue left to

just walk out-he practically flew. Moments later, a private jet soared

wringer for hours; now, the effects of the drug had worn off, leaving her aching and sore,

roar of a helicopter overhead shook her

slipped down, exposing pale skin covered in vivid marks-evidence of

slept with Victor. Worse-she'd

For a moment, she had no idea how