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?

the rounds in high society lately. Not so much because of the Vaughan family's pedigree,

headlines for throwing a lavish wedding, all in pursuit of his longtime

Finley had

ask, "Wait, are you messing with Magnus on purpose? If you wanted to get even with him, I'd have thought Elise would

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

really think I'd

you've got better things to do. It's

going to be

dare say that part

"You sure know how to run your

hard. Did Victor actually

get lost right now, you might not have a tongue

didn't just walk out-he practically flew. Moments later, a private jet soared upward into

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

a

herself upright. The silk sheets slipped down, exposing pale

Victor.

For a moment, she had no idea how she